Chapter 296 Don't Harm Her in the Slightest
I shot Cecil a helpless look, "Cecil, thanks for today. You got hurt saving me. If you need anything, just holler."
"Got it." Cecil gave a small smile and glanced at the ER. "Since Mr. Hammer's here, I'll head back. I'll be around Maple Valley for a bit, so hit me up if you need anything."
"Mr. Lewis, take care and get some rest." Jerry casually slapped his big hand on my shoulder. "If she needs anything, I'm here. Doubt she'll need to bug you."
Cecil raised an eyebrow. "We'll see about that."
With that, he nodded at me and took off.
Once Cecil was gone, my mind was all about Claire. I kept wondering how things were going in the ER.
Desmond's words implied that the stuff he injected into Claire shouldn't kill her right away.
But if it was poison, getting the antidote wouldn't be a walk in the park. Thinking about it made me anxious. Jerry squeezed my shoulder gently. "Worried about Claire?"
"Yeah." I nodded, feeling the concern. "She was just getting better, and now this. I don't know if Claire's body can handle it."
"Let's wait for the doc to come out and see what's up." Jerry hugged me and smoothed my messy hair. "Don't stress, Claire will be fine. And even if something goes wrong, we'll figure it out together."
I looked up into his eyes, feeling a bit reassured, and let out a deep breath. "Okay."
Claire hadn't come out yet, but Steven showed up first.
Jerry got straight to the point. "Didn't catch him?"
"No." Steven hung his head. "There's a river behind the factory, and he's a strong swimmer. He jumped in, and our guys searched the river end to end but couldn't find him. We also combed the area. Jerry, I messed up. I'll take the blame."
"No rush." Jerry glanced at his watch. "Take some guys and search the area again later."
Steven looked puzzled. "Search again?"
"The most dangerous place is the safest place." Jerry explained briefly and then asked, "Did you get anything out of his guys?"
"Nothing." Steven shook his head, looking troubled. "I don't know who this guy is, but his guys are tight-lipped. But I did notice they all have the same tattoo on the inside of their arms."
Cecil walked out of the hospital, and his assistant was already waiting with the car at the entrance.
Once in the car, Cecil's gentle demeanor vanished. He dialed a number and spoke through gritted teeth, "Where are you?"
Cecil's voice was ice-cold. After the person on the other end responded, he hung up without a word and told his assistant, "Head to Golden Sunset Villa."
Golden Sunset Villa wasn't in the city center but was just a few minutes' drive from the abandoned factory.
The car sped along, and the assistant stole a glance in the rearview mirror, sensing Cecil's simmering anger.
He didn't want to make Cecil angrier but had to ask, "Mr. Lewis, the PL Group is asking what they should do next?"
Cecil rubbed his temples. "Stand down."
"Stand down? Now?"
Cecil replied, "Do I need to say it again?"
There was no point in the PL Group continuing to target the Hammer Group.
Austin was useless. He had a golden opportunity and only needed to stall Jerry. But Austin still blew it.
Given that, there was no need for the PL Group to do anything further. Otherwise, with Jerry's skills, it would only solidify his position in the Hammer Group and possibly expose Cecil.
The Hammer family was big-time. You couldn't take them down over some small stuff. Rushing it wouldn't cut it.
The assistant quickly said, "Got it, I'll let them know."
When the car pulled up at Golden Sunset Villa, the owner was flashy enough to leave the front door wide open.
But there were guards all over the yard. Cecil's anger was boiling over, and he didn't bother hiding it.
As Cecil stepped out of the car, the guards greeted him with respect.
Desmond was lounging on the sofa, legs kicked up on the table, tapping his foot. Just then, Cecil stormed in.
Before Desmond could even sit up, Cecil's fist slammed into his temple. It was a punch meant to kill.
Desmond wasn't one to take things lying down and was about to fight back but hesitated. He clutched his forehead and glared at Cecil, cursing, "Are you nuts?"
"Nuts?" Cecil pressed a gun to Desmond's forehead, eyes full of venom, and growled, "You wanna die? Who told you to shoot at her? I said, don't harm her!"
Cecil gritted his teeth, looking like he wanted to strangle Desmond right then and there.
Desmond knew Cecil cared about Hope but didn't expect him to go this nuts over her.
Having seen Cecil's methods, Desmond had no doubt he would shoot him. His jaw trembled as he explained, "You were there. You know it wasn't my idea. She ran at me like a madwoman, and my guys probably shot out of panic."
As soon as Desmond finished speaking, a muffled gunshot echoed.
He flinched, momentarily shocked until he realized the shot wasn't meant for him but for a picture frame in the living room.
The frame, with a photo of a little girl, was hit right between the eyes and fell over.
Cecil smirked. He tapped Desmond's face with the gun. "If you harm her again, next time, I won't be aiming at a photo."
"You..." Desmond exhaled deeply, a wary look in his eyes, but he smiled. "I suddenly don't know if meeting you in Eternia was a blessing or a curse."
Cecil sneered, "You only need to know that without me, you'd still be begging on the streets of Eternia, a wanted man unable to return home, without any power."
Cecil added, "Sawyer, don't bite the hand that feeds you."
"How dare I?" Sawyer Murphy, who goes by the alias Desmond, rubbed his aching temple and tossed a cigar to Cecil, his gaze falling on Cecil's arm. "Even with an injury like that, Ms. Royston didn't take care of you? That's cold."
"Not your place to comment on her." Cecil, displeased, bit down on the cigar. After Sawyer lit it for him, he coldly asked, "Where's the antidote?"
"What antidote?"
Cecil frowned. "Don't play dumb with me."
Sawyer realized what he meant and quickly said, "We agreed, I'd handle the Harris family..."
"We also agreed she wouldn't be harmed." Cecil interrupted coldly, toying with his black gun. "One breach of contract each, not too much to ask, right? Or do you want me to use your methods against you?"
"Fine!" Sawyer knew Cecil was threatening him and had no choice but to agree. He ordered his men to fetch a black glass vial from upstairs.
Cecil extended his hand, and the vial was placed in it.
Sawyer squinted, his eyes sharp with cunning. "Mr. Lewis, are you planning to use this antidote to win favor with Ms. Royston?"
Cecil took a drag of the cigar. "What do you think?"
"Probably not that simple, right?"
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