Chapter 437 Warehouse No. 7
I wanted to keep asking questions, but the other person abruptly hung up.
I stood there, frozen, the light from my phone flickering in the darkness. Jeffrey's eerie laughter seemed to echo in my ears. The rain kept pouring down, running through my hair and down my face, making it impossible to tell if it was rain or tears.
Suddenly, my phone screen lit up with a news alert. "Fight Breaks Out at Abandoned Warehouse on City Outskirts, Police En Route"
My heart sank as Edward's image flashed through my mind. Could this be related to him? Was it another trap set by Jeffrey? Terrifying thoughts raced through my head.
Ignoring the rain, I shakily tapped on the news article. It reported a sudden armed fight at the abandoned warehouse district. An anonymous witness had sent photos to the police. The photos showed a chaotic scene inside the warehouse, with scattered footprints and overturned objects, and several bloodstains stark against the grimy floor. The limited angles of the photos made it impossible to see the fighters' faces or understand the reason for the fight. The police were already on their way and would conduct a thorough investigation.
I forced myself to stay calm, my mind racing to recall clues from Jeffrey's words.
Warehouse 7. Yes, I had to find Warehouse 7. Ignoring the rain soaking my shoes and the wind nearly knocking me over, I stumbled through the maze of containers, heading in the direction I remembered.
The rain formed torrents on the ground, nearly sweeping me off my feet several times. Debris constantly tripped me up, making each step a struggle. The dim light and the rain blurred my vision, forcing me to navigate by vague outlines and general direction.
Finally, at a corner, I saw a rusted container with a barely visible "7" on it.
My heart tightened, and I rushed over.
The door to Warehouse 7 hung ajar, with fresh pry marks on the frame. The stench of the sea mixed with rust filled the air, and dark red water pooled on the ground, snaking deeper inside.
As I approached the half-open door, I heard faint sounds of struggle and low moans, making my heart clench. My throat dry with tension, I swallowed hard and, hands trembling, slowly pushed the door open.
The door creaked loudly, jarring against the howling wind and rain. In the dim light, I saw Edward kneeling on the ground. His white shirt was missing its third button, and there was a wound above his collarbone, blood seeping out and running down his neck.
Anne lay weakly in his arms, her face pale. Edward pressed his blood-soaked jacket against her wound, his hands trembling but never letting go, his eyes fixed on the blood seeping out, his brow furrowed.
Anne's dress was in tatters, her skin exposed and covered in bruises and cuts. A heavy iron chain was locked around her ankle, embedded in the rusty wall, leaving purple-red marks on her delicate skin. Blood and rainwater mixed, dripping down the chain and forming dark red stains on the filthy floor.
Seeing this, I hurried forward, kneeling to check on Anne.
Amid the chaos and horror, I noticed a diamond-studded sapphire earring on Anne's ear. Despite the dim surroundings, the earring glowed faintly blue, standing out against her bloodied skin and tangled hair.
I froze, my mind buzzing. I knew that earring! It was the one Jeffrey had bought at the charity auction tonight for an outrageous price.
He had tried to give it to me, but I had refused without a second thought.
And now, it was on Anne's ear!
How could this be? My mind raced with confusion and shock. How had the earring gone from Jeffrey to Anne? Terrifying thoughts swirled in my head. Had Jeffrey targeted Anne?
I looked up at Edward, who was also staring at the earring. Our eyes met, and in that silent exchange, we both understood the pain of Anne's ordeal. Edward's eyes showed a mix of guilt, urgency, and a plea for help.
Edward reached out to remove the earring from Anne's ear. She reacted as if touched on a raw nerve, struggling violently, her hands clamped over her ears, her eyes wild with fear and resistance.
Seeing this, Edward sighed and let his hand drop, giving up.
At that moment, a projector in the corner of the warehouse flickered to life, a bright beam of light cutting through the darkness.
I realized then that the seemingly abandoned warehouse had been modernized.
Hidden speakers emerged from the walls, their metallic surfaces gleaming coldly in the light.
"Don't move!" An electronic voice boomed from all directions.
Jeffrey's virtual avatar twisted in the light. "Ms. York, you didn't tell your brother the real reason you and Nicholas conspired."
Anne suddenly struggled violently, the chain clanking. "He forced me!"
Anne screamed, "I've already paid the price, why are you still doing this to me?"
Edward coughed violently, more blood seeping through his fingers. "You conspired with Nicholas all along?"
"Wrong," The virtual avatar twirled a pen, the tip reflecting cold light. "I just made you think I was an accomplice."
The screen switched to live surveillance, showing Nicholas's men moving crates through a side door.
"This stuff is beneath the Adams family."
A lightning bolt struck nearby, followed by a thunderous crash. The steel frame of the container roof groaned under the strain. I saw Edward leap to shield me with his body, the falling metal scraping his shoulder. Jeffrey's virtual avatar flickered one last time in the explosion's light, his voice modulator revealing a genuine chuckle. "Mrs. Howard, your husband really does love you."
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