Chapter 330 Are You Hurt?
Elissa was tearing it up on the dance floor when her wristband buzzed. Just as she was about to check it, someone yanked her off the floor with a strong grip.
She stumbled into a private room and looked up to see a familiar, yet cold, handsome face. Before she could say anything, her wristband buzzed again.
Elissa saw it was me calling and answered immediately. "Why do you keep calling? What's up?"
"Can you get ahold of Francis? I can't reach Jerry," I said.
Funny enough, Francis was right there.
Elissa raised her hand. "Did you hear that, Mr. Peterson?"
Francis pulled out his phone and made a call.
Elissa thought for a second and asked me, "Did you get Steven?"
"No," I replied.
Elissa sobered up. Steven's phone was always on; she thought he was like a robot that never stopped. Not being able to reach him freaked her out.
But she knew I was pregnant, so Elissa had to keep it cool. "Maybe he's on a plane? Jerry's always the one causing trouble, not the other way around. You're just overthinking because of the pregnancy. Let's focus on the good stuff, okay?"
As she talked, Elissa walked towards Francis, but her heel got caught on the carpet, and she fell into him.
Francis, still on the phone, caught her. Normally, Elissa would joke around, but she just steadied herself and asked, "What's the deal?"
Francis's hand was still on her arm, feeling her smooth skin. His eyes darkened a bit, but he stayed cool and signaled her to hang up.
Elissa got the hint and quickly told me, "Hope, my phone's dying. I'll call you back once I charge it."
Francis raised an eyebrow, impressed by her quick thinking.
After she hung up, Francis finally spoke, "There's a situation with Jerry. He can't reach Hope right now. Just tell her I got in touch and Jerry will call her back when he's done."
Elissa stood up straight. "What happened to Jerry?"
Francis walked away without answering.
Not long after, Elissa called me.
I quickly answered, "Hey, Elissa. Did Francis reach them?"
Elissa replied, "Hope, Francis got in touch. Jerry's just busy. He'll call you back when he's done."
I still felt uneasy. "Is it a company thing? Is Jerry okay?"
Elissa reassured me, "Don't worry. Jerry's fine. He's got this. Just wait a bit. He'll call you. If not, I'll find Francis."
"Okay," I sighed, "Take care and get home early."
After hanging up and waiting, with no news, I asked the bodyguard if there was any update on Jerry.
The bodyguard, probably following Steven's orders, tried to calm me down, "Hope, don't worry. Jerry will call you once he's done."
Hearing this, I had no choice but to wait.
Across the ocean, Jerry sat on a sofa, rolling down his sleeves. He glanced at his shattered phone from the fight, looking cold.
Steven, having tied up the intruders, handed him a phone. "Jerry, Hope's been looking for you. You should call her. She won't sleep without hearing from you."
Jerry took the phone and dialed the familiar number.
Even though I was worried, I couldn't fight off sleep due to the pregnancy. Waiting on the sofa, I eventually dozed off.
When the phone rang, I woke up with a start, almost unable to tell if I was dreaming.
In the dream, I saw Jerry bleeding a lot.
"Jerry!" I answered, my voice cracking with worry. "Why didn't you pick up? What happened?"
"Did I scare you?" Jerry's voice was calm, but I heard him take a quick breath.
"Are you hurt?" I asked immediately.
Jerry chuckled. "Are you overthinking because you're pregnant? Can you just wish me well?"
I wasn't buying it. "Have you noticed you don't tell me the truth anymore?"
There was a pause on the other end.
I was even more convinced something was up. "If you keep hiding things from me, I'll just worry more."
Jerry sighed. He thought, 'If I tell her, she'll worry; if I don't, she'll worry even more.'
His cold eyes shot daggers at Steven, who felt wronged but kept quiet. After bandaging Jerry's wound, Steven stepped aside.
Jerry glanced at the wound on his abdomen, pinched the bridge of his nose, and said, "The negotiations didn't go well, but don't worry. I'm fine."
I waited for Jerry to speak, and in that long minute, I knew something had happened to him.
Given my condition, I couldn't fly over to see him, or he'd worry even more about me.
"Can you tell me the truth? Otherwise, how can I not worry?"
Jerry chuckled, "Do you want me to come back sooner? You don't need to make excuses. I promise I'll be back in two days."
Steven wanted to say something but hesitated. He thought, 'This is a gunshot wound; flying will definitely reopen it. If he goes back, how could Hope not notice? It will be better to find an excuse and recover here before returning.'
Jerry comforted me, "Don't cry. I'm too far away to wipe your tears. You worry about me, and I worry about you too."
I wiped my face and said, "Then tell me the truth."
Jerry said, "I'll be back the day after tomorrow. You can check me thoroughly then, okay?"
"I..."
Jerry interrupted, "Be good. They're waiting for me to start the meeting. I'll call you when I'm back, okay?"
Jerry gave Steven a look, and Steven quickly said, "Jerry, we're abroad. We can't keep them waiting too long."
Jerry asked me, "Did you hear that? I'll call you when I'm done, okay?"
I figured I wouldn't get anything more out of him and didn't want to delay his work. "Okay, you go ahead."
Jerry said, "Go to sleep. Good night."
"Good night."
After hanging up, I felt a weight on my chest, making it hard to breathe.
Having just slept, I wasn't tired anymore, so I got up and walked to the yard.
The weather was nice tonight, and the moonlight was clear and gentle.
I just hoped Jerry would come back safely.
Steven felt the temperature in the hotel room drop even further after the call ended.
He saw the slight anger in Jerry's eyes and a flash of murderous intent.
Jerry said coldly, "Tell me, who sent you to kill me?"
No one kneeling on the ground spoke.
Jerry sneered, getting up and walking closer. "When you barged into my room, you were so aggressive. Do you want to kill me?"
The kneeling people kept their heads down, still silent.
Jerry took the electric baton handed to him by his subordinate and continued, "Not talking? That's fine. I'm in a bad mood today, but that doesn't stop me from saying a few more words."
The kneeling people, who were just hired for the job, didn't know Jerry well and thought he really deserved a beating.
Jerry mocked, "Causing an explosion back home to get my assistant to return, then trying to kill me alone in my hotel room. But you didn't expect to get caught by me instead, did you?"
Before the kneeling people could react to what Jerry was saying, they were hit on the head, crying out in pain.
Jerry raised his hand, and Steven pulled one of the intruders up.
Jerry pointed the electric baton at the camera in front of him, slightly raising his chin, exuding a wild arrogance. "Didn't expect this, did you, Sonny?"
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