Chapter 615 The Bet
The sound of shattering glass echoed through the phone.
In the VIP lounge at Charles de Gaulle Airport, Michael's assistant handed a sealed document to the ground crew supervisor.
"Make sure George gets on this flight," he said, pointing to George, who was sipping coffee on the surveillance monitor.
"Got it." The supervisor made a throat-slitting gesture. "Accidents happen all the time."
The assistant frowned. "Keep it subtle."
Late at night, Emma was using a hidden fork to slowly pry open the window lock.
Suddenly, the door was kicked open! Wanda burst in with four bodyguards. "Trying to escape?"
She waved a tablet showing the surveillance footage of Emma prying the window.
"Mr. Russell was right." Wanda yanked Emma's hair. "You need to be taught a lesson!"
Emma suddenly headbutted Wanda's nose! As Wanda recoiled in pain, Emma grabbed a lamp and smashed it over the nearest bodyguard.
"Stop her!" Wanda screamed, clutching her bleeding nose.
Emma dashed to the balcony and leaped off just as the bodyguards lunged at her!
From the second floor, she fell heavily into the garden's bushes, sharp branches cutting her arms and face. Ignoring the pain, she staggered to her feet and started to run.
"Stop!" Wanda stood on the balcony, her nose bleeding but smiling coldly. "You think you can escape?"
Emma turned and glared at her. "What do you want?"
Wanda slowly descended the stairs, her high heels clicking on the gravel path. She stood over Emma. "Let's make a bet."
"A bet on what?"
"You want to see George, right?" Wanda smirked. "I'll give you a chance. If you can find him tonight, I'll back off and never interfere again. Even..." She narrowed her eyes. "I'll let you decide my fate."
Emma sneered. "You'd be that generous?"
"Of course, there's a condition." Wanda leaned in and whispered, "If you don't find him tonight, you come back to the estate and behave."
Emma clenched her fists. "Deal."
Wanda smiled in satisfaction and waved her hand. "Let her go."
The bodyguards stepped aside, and Emma ran out without looking back.
In the dark night, Emma stumbled out of the estate. Her clothes were torn by branches, and her arm wounds were still bleeding, but she didn't care.
She had to find George.
She pulled out a backup phone hidden in her shoe, one Wanda's people hadn't found. She quickly dialed a number.
A deep male voice answered, "Gray, it's me," Emma's voice trembled. "I need help."
The man on the other end was silent for a moment, then said, "Where are you?"
"Near Michael's estate."
"Wait there. I'll send someone."
Half an hour later, a black car silently pulled up. The door opened, and a man in sunglasses gestured to her. "Get in."
Emma climbed into the car, her nerves finally relaxing a bit.
"Where's Gray?" she asked.
"Mr. Stuart is waiting for you at headquarters." The driver handed her a towel. "Take care of your wounds first."
Emma noticed her disheveled state, her hair a mess, clothes dirty and bloody, and her arm still aching. She took the towel and wiped her face.
As the car sped through the night, Emma stared out the window, her mind fixated on one thought.
George, where are you?
At the Stuart family’s Sunterra branch.
Gray frowned. "I found out where George is. He booked an 11 PM flight from Charles de Gaulle Airport, VIP lounge."
Emma jumped up. "I need to get to the airport!"
Gray held her shoulder. "Don't rush. I'll arrange for someone to take you."
The airport was bustling with people.
Emma ran, her heart pounding. She scanned the crowd, afraid to miss George.
Where was he?
At the VIP lounge entrance, she stopped abruptly. Through the glass door, she saw a familiar figure.
George.
He wore a black coat, standing tall and alone, holding a cup of coffee and checking his watch.
Emma's eyes welled up. She was about to rush in when two security guards stopped her. "This is the VIP area. Please show your boarding pass."
"I'm looking for someone!" She struggled. "George! George!"
But her voice was drowned out by the airport announcements.
George seemed to sense something and glanced back, but Emma was already being pushed away by the guards.
"George!" Emma desperately pushed against the guards, but they didn't budge.
She watched helplessly as George turned and walked towards the boarding gate.
No...
Emma, trembling, pulled out her phone and dialed his number.
The phone rang for a long time, but no one answered.
The cold boarding announcement echoed, and Emma watched as the familiar figure disappeared down the boarding corridor.
"George!" she screamed, her nails digging into her palms.
Suddenly, the sound of high heels clicking approached from behind.
"Looks like you lost," Wanda's voice coiled around her like a snake. She swirled a champagne glass, her red lips curling in victory. "Such a shame, you were so close."
Emma spun around, her eyes burning with rage. "You did this!"
"Now, now," Wanda feigned surprise, covering her mouth. "You were just too slow." She leaned in and whispered, "But here's a secret: even if you were half an hour early, you wouldn't have seen him."
In the black stretch limo, Emma curled up like a broken doll in the corner.
The neon lights outside flickered on her pale face, her right hand still bleeding, but she felt no pain.
"Don't look so pathetic." Wanda kicked her disdainfully. "Remember, you lost the bet."
Emma slowly lifted her head, her eyes hollow. "Just kill me."
"Not a chance." Wanda sneered. "Mr. Russell wants you alive." She suddenly grabbed Emma's chin. "But you look much better like this than when you're fighting back."
The heavy clang of the estate gates closing behind her made Emma shudder.
The maids approached nervously. "Miss, the hot water is ready."
"Get out!"
Emma shook off their hands and stumbled into her bedroom, locking the door.
The reflection in the mirror was unrecognizable: disheveled hair, a neck covered in blood, a white dress torn like a wedding gown. The most terrifying were her eyes, devoid of any light.
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