Chapter 149 Mr. Lancelot's Illness Strikes
It was her uncle's assistant. "Miss Anderson, I've brought the medicinal ingredients, but I need your help with the proportions for brewing."
Winnie hurried back to the apartment.
Her uncle had woken up by now.
She handed him the prepared medicine, which took her an hour, and Elliott's complexion improved a little.
He thanked her, "You've taken care of me for half a day. You've worked hard, Winnie. Stay for dinner, and your uncle will cook a few dishes."
"It's not convenient for you to cook like this." Winnie noticed that his mood seemed to have improved and smiled slightly.
"Don't underestimate me. Go and rest in the inner room. I'll take care of it," Elliott went into the kitchen.
Winnie couldn't refuse his hospitality and had to follow her uncle's instructions.
She laid down in the small room and instantly fell asleep since her body was overloaded from the rush to finish the bidding proposal last night.
To her surprise, she overslept and woke up past seven in the evening. Hasn't her uncle been preparing dinner for a long time?
As Winnie walked out, she curiously realized that her uncle was not in the kitchen, and his assistant was nowhere to be seen either.
Was her uncle out for a walk?
Winnie relaxed her brow, about to go out and find her uncle, when her peripheral vision caught sight of a familiar white-covered document seemingly pressed under the bookcase by the door.
Initially, she had no intention of going through her uncle's things, but the white cover was familiar to Winnie.
With a frown and a slightly concentrated expression, she immediately walked over and pulled it out. When she opened it, she froze in shock. Her face turned even paler!
This was the bid she had prepared. She was certain because all the details she had marked on the title page were there, and there were even indentations on the places she had touched with her hands!
But the one she had taken out of her bag in the afternoon had the exact same appearance.
Winnie's mind froze, and her expression quickly sank. Her entire face turned pale.
At that time, when she handed it to Luke, he was rushing to the airport and in a hurry. She didn't even open it, and the bag was on her the whole time, with the zipper pulled all the way.
She thought...
No, she had been exhausted at noon and dozed off!
Winnie's eyes sank deep into a cold abyss, almost immediately opening the door with anger in her gaze.
Her uncle was sitting in a wheelchair, talking on the steps. He was taken aback when he saw her sudden appearance, but quickly pursed his lips and ended the call.
His eyes were particularly dark and cold.
"Uncle, why was my bid in your bookcase?" Winnie stood abruptly on the steps, not far away from him, yet feeling as if her uncle was drifting further away from her.
"You switched my bid in your bag, didn't you, Uncle?" Winnie's heart felt suffocated as she looked up and questioned, her face now cold.
"I asked you if you followed up on the hotel project, and you lied to me, Winnie!" Elliott's expression was also cold and bone-chilling. "You really disappoint me because of L."
"I just didn't want you to go crazy and seek extreme revenge. What did you switch with the bid, Uncle?"
As Winnie asked, her bright eyes had already plunged into an icy coldness.
It must be the detailed rules she wrote. Now it was evening, and L went in the afternoon. If he didn't know that Mr. Lancelot had a history of cerebral infarction and was physically fragile, he might get himself into trouble tonight!
Winnie looked at her watch again, and it was almost eight o'clock!
Her uncle intentionally let her sleep until now to prevent her from contacting L or Luke!
If she wanted to stop it, it was probably too late now...
"Uncle, your deceitful use of me, bringing me here today was just an excuse to get the bid!"
"These methods are too despicable. What's the difference between secretly framing him and the plunder and harm he caused back then?"
"I know you want revenge and want to reclaim the Granger family's assets. We could investigate back then and let the law punish him, instead of doing this..."
Elliott coldly interrupted, "Wasn't he despicable when he harmed my sister and father back then? But now, you want me to treat him fairly? Ridiculous! I will definitely reclaim the Granger family's assets. I was a billionaire in the airport business; I've had enough of these ghost-like years for the past decade!"
Winnie retreated step by step, her scalp tingling. This uncle was too unfamiliar.
What did he truly care about, revenge or reclaiming the family's assets?
Winnie had no time to think clearly.
Thinking, her mind was full of L, something might go wrong.
Her eyes grew cold and her face turned pale. She immediately took out her phone and called Luke, while rushing to the road to hail a taxi.
"Winnie, get back! You're too late!" Elliott sneered angrily.
His phone was still in a call, and laughter could be heard from the other side.
"L has been inside meeting with Mr. Lancelot for a long time. You did well. The bid had a problem, and he would never have expected that his beloved woman would 'make a mistake' like this."
Elliott's heart settled, the situation tonight was determined, Winnie rushing over couldn't salvage it.
"Alan, congratulations in advance."
"Heh." The man laughed and hung up the phone.
Winnie quickly rushed to the airport, continuously calling Luke and L.
But damn it, they weren't picking up.
Winnie knew that at this moment, they must be meeting with Mr. Lancelot.
L didn't know about Mr. Lancelot's condition. If he spoke for too long, something would definitely go wrong...
It took three hours to fly to Perugia City, and every minute and second was agony for Winnie.
Upon arrival, it was almost midnight. Winnie just turned on her phone and received the terrible news: Mr. Lancelot had an accident.
They talked late into the night, and Mr. Lancelot suffered a stroke recurrence. He was urgently sent to the hospital for emergency treatment.
The Lancelot family was furious and suspected that there had been a dispute during the meeting with the CEO of the Kingdom Estates. Out of anger, they called the police.
The news picture showed L getting into the police car.
Mr. Lancelot's life or death was unknown. As a witness to the incident, he was detained!
Winnie felt as if she was suffocating, her lips turned pale.
The thing she was worried about had happened! The news came out ten minutes ago.
She stood at the airport, at a loss, desperately calling Luke.
Finally, he answered.
There was chaos and commotion on Luke's side. He was usually a gentle person, but now his tone was heavy and mixed with a hint of anger. "Mrs. L, Mr. Lancelot has a history of strokes. Why didn't you provide a detailed note? The CEO didn't know if Mr. Lancelot could handle a late-night discussion. It would have been fine, but you made a mistake in the data!
It caught the CEO off guard, forcing him to redo everything on the spot, wasting time, and disappointing Mr. Lancelot. He got excited and then had a seizure..."
Winnie's mind went blank. There was a mistake in the data?
Not only did her uncle remove the items she marked, but he also tampered with the data.
She felt a chill run through her body.
"I can't talk here, Mrs. L. The CEO is at the police station. Hurry over and accompany him! If Mr. Lancelot passes away, let alone the project, the CEO might..." Luke's phone suddenly hung up.
Winnie clenched her phone, her gaze reddening as she looked at the photo in the news.
Tall figure of L. being taken in the police station.
She knew the consequences; not only would the hotel project be lost, but L could also be caught up in a manslaughter lawsuit.
This is all because of Uncle and his obsession for revenge.
Winnie's face turned pale.
Finding the Perugia City Police Station was easy.
But she didn't go there; now the most important thing was to ensure Mr. Lancelot's safety tonight!
She hailed a taxi and hurriedly went to the Lancelot Mansion.
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