Chapter 540 I Came to Save You
James looked up at the sky, feeling utterly defeated.
His narrow eyes squinted into slits as he sighed, "Alright, I'll do what you want. I'll head to the hospital now."
He twirled his car keys and turned to find his car.
"James."
Sebastian's voice interrupted him from behind.
James turned around, his expression growing even more despondent. "What now? Visiting Megan is already pushing it. You don't expect me to take care of her at the hospital, do you?"
Sebastian, with immense patience, looked at him.
His tall figure, with one hand in his pocket, exuded an unapproachable aura in his black shirt. "After you visit Megan, go to the prison and see Piper. I'll have it arranged."
James gripped his car keys tightly, his back straightening involuntarily.
From a few meters away, he looked at Sebastian's calm demeanor. It took all his effort not to show his panic. "I'll go after I leave the hospital." He felt a pang of guilt and added, "Thanks."
Sebastian nodded, signaling him to hurry.
James nodded, feeling conflicted, and then got into his car.
He took a deep breath and started the engine.
Watching James drive away, Sebastian turned to Dario. "You mentioned last time that James had planted someone in MBK to secretly steal information?"
Dario leaned in. "Yeah, someone in the finance department is working for James. They seem to be trying to understand MBK's financial situation. We've identified the person. What do you want to do, Mr. Kingsley?"
Sebastian remained expressionless.
It didn't surprise him that James had planted someone close to him. After all, James had always seen him as a mortal enemy, especially after what happened to Piper.
Sebastian lazily smirked. "Do nothing. James knows his limits. Let's head back to the office."
"Yes, sir!"
As everyone left, Bianca stepped forward. "Mr. Kingsley, the police might not get any useful information from Susie. From what I know, Marc never shared business details with her. She knows nothing."
Sebastian adjusted his posture, a gentle smile appearing on his lips, one he reserved for friends from Brooklyn.
But before the smile could fully form, it turned into a scrutinizing look. "Ms. Gomez, does it matter if Susie knows anything? As long as she's Marc's wife, she's useful."
Bianca thought for a moment, unsure if she understood Sebastian correctly. "Mr. Kingsley, are you suggesting we spread false information, claiming Susie revealed some secrets, to pressure Marc into an investigation?"
Sebastian's smile finally spread across his handsome face. "Ms. Gomez, you truly live up to the Gomez family's reputation. Smart."
Bianca was momentarily stunned, then smiled. "I'm still far behind you, Mr. Kingsley."
Watching Sebastian's car leave, Bianca chuckled self-deprecatingly. "Far behind? More like out of reach!"
On the road, James called his assistant.
"Listen, follow my instructions immediately. Be quick."
"Yes, sir."
James gripped the steering wheel, his expression twisted with unease and guilt. "Tell Alex to stop all activities at MBK. No more probing for internal information. Tell him to stay put and resign from MBK in a while."
The assistant hesitated, then cautiously asked, "Mr. Rivera, he's just reached a core position in the finance department. If he stops now, all our efforts will be wasted."
"I'm not negotiating. Stop immediately!"
"Yes, Mr. Rivera."
Hanging up, James took several deep breaths.
From the age of eight, when he saw Lawrence force his father, to countless business battles and years of studying abroad, he prided himself on his judgment of people.
But he never expected that he didn't truly know Sebastian.
All along, James thought Sebastian was ruthless in both business and personal matters. But after these recent interactions, he realized he was wrong.
Sebastian was an exception.
Arabella followed Marc's car to the hotel parking lot, watching as Quinn was dragged, bound, from the VIP elevator in the underground garage.
The elevator stopped at the top floor.
Why did they kidnap Quinn? Why bring him to a hotel?
Arabella's heart pounded.
Judging by their appearance, these people were not good.
She took a different elevator, pressing the button for the top floor.
As the elevator ascended, Arabella's breathing quickened.
This was a kidnapping! Not a joke. If things went wrong, it could be deadly!
She took deep breaths, trying to calm herself. The elevator suddenly stopped.
Arabella jumped. That was fast.
She tiptoed out of the elevator, just in time to see the men in black leaving a room, locking the door, and taking the key card.
Arabella quickly turned, pretending to pass by.
Once the men were in the elevator, she noted the room number, "3103."
Arabella pressed her ear to the door, knocking softly. No response. She knocked again. Still nothing.
Inside, Quinn was tied to a large ornate pillar, his mouth gagged, hands and feet bound tightly.
Hearing the knocks, he tried to shout but couldn't make a sound.
Arabella listened at the door, then knocked again. "Mr. Kingsley?"
Quinn's eyes widened. A woman's voice, and it sounded familiar. He'd heard it before.
Suddenly, he remembered. The hillbilly's voice!
Quinn made as much noise as he could. 'Damn it, I'm in here! Come save me!' He thought.
He wanted to shout, but with his mouth taped, he couldn't.
He struggled, stomping his shoe on the floor.
'There's a sound! He's inside!'
Arabella thought and pressed her ear to the door. "Mr. Kingsley, is that you? If it is, stomp twice."
Quinn felt like kicking her.
Quinn stomped twice, feeling murderous.
Arabella, who had been nervous, burst out laughing.
'Mr. Kingsley, you finally got what you deserved!' She couldn't help but think.
Arabella scratched her chin.
He was inside, but without a key card, how could she get in?
This hotel with a global chain, not easy to get into.
She thought for a moment.
Arabella pulled out her phone.
Time to call in a favor.
"Dad, I'm at the Nightfall Hotel on Sunrise Road. I need your help." Arabella chuckled.
After a moment, her father sounded displeased. "A hotel? Sweetie, what are you doing at a hotel? I sent you to represent the family at the Turner Group wedding, and you're on Sunrise Road?"
"Dad, the wedding's over. I'm here with some friends. Dad, you know the president of the Nightfall Hotel's Liberty branch, right? Can you contact the manager here? My friend lost her key card and can't get in."
There was a pause; her father was annoyed. "What friend? Male or female?"
"Female! My bestie. I'll introduce you later. Dad, it's urgent. Can you hurry? My friend had too much to drink."
"Sweetie, are you okay? How much did you drink? Should I send someone to pick you up?"
Arabella was exasperated. Could he not be so slow at a critical moment?
"Dad, I'm fine! Just get the manager! Love you, Dad!"
Arabella waited anxiously.
'Dad, you better come through this time!' She thought.
Sure enough, the manager soon arrived, very polite. "Ms. Warner, Mr. Warner just called..."
"I know! Open the door quickly!"
"Of course."
The manager used a spare key card to unlock the door. "Ms. Warner, enjoy your stay. Give my regards to Mr. Warner."
"Alright, you're done here. Go."
Arabella turned and locked the door behind her.
Turning around, she saw Quinn tied up like a sausage.
"Mr. Kingsley, nice look! What are you playing? SM?" Arabella walked over, looking him up and down, unable to hold back her laughter.
Quinn glared, snorting through his nose, mumbling, "Untie me!"
Arabella smirked. "How much is this rescue worth? Can we call it even for what I owe you?"
Quinn glared, feeling extorted.
"What? Not agreeing? Fine, stay here then." Arabella turned, laughing.
It felt great to have him at her mercy!
"Mm!" Quinn growled.
Arabella laughed. "So it's settled. We're even. You can't ask me for anything as your debtor. Blink if you agree."
Quinn'd never been so humiliated in his life.
"Good!"
Arabella ripped the tape off Quinn's mouth, making him yelp in pain. "You couldn't be gentler?"
Arabella apologized, bowing. "Sorry, Mr. Kingsley. Want me to put the tape back and try again?"
"You... Damn it! Untie me!"
Quinn struggled, unable to move.
"I'll free you, but Mr. Kingsley, how will you repay me?" Arabella crossed her arms, eyes gleaming with calculation.
Quinn squinted. "Hillbilly, are you extorting me?"
"So what? Don't like it? Fine, I'll leave."
"Wait!" Quinn gritted his teeth. "Fine, what do you want?"
Arabella smirked. "Smart. What do I want? I'll let you know when I decide."
"Troublemaker!"
"I enjoy it!"
"Unreasonable!"
"Mr. Kingsley, you look quite amusing tied up. Should I take a picture for posterity?"
"Hillbilly, do you want to die?"
As they bickered, Arabella found a fruit knife and cut Quinn's ropes.
Quinn shook off the ropes and grabbed Arabella's shoulder. "How did you know I was here? How did you get in? Explain."
"I just freed you, and you're already turning on me!"
At that moment, they heard the door opening.
Both their eyes widened. "They're back!"
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