Chapter 271 A Visit
"It's best if you leave tonight. I've already sorted your visa," John said, his voice heavy with regret. He genuinely liked Hilda and hated to see him go, but Skyview's grip was like a vice, and the price they demanded was one the Davis family couldn't afford.
If Hilda stayed, he would go to prison for ten years and be ruined. It's better to flee abroad for a couple of years.
"Is it really that urgent?" Hilda asked, her voice laced with despair.
A genius like him, fleeing in panic from someone like Skyview. It was truly a disgrace for him. But Hilda had to endure this humiliation.
"We don't have a choice!" John's voice was tight with frustration. "If you're not gone tonight, if I don't give Skyview what they want by tomorrow, they'll have the authorities at your door."
"This is infuriating!" Hilda spat, unable to contain his anger.
John's jaw clenched. Infuriating didn't even begin to describe it. He was the second-largest shareholder in the Twin Group, instrumental in its founding, a leader in his own right. Yet, here he was, bowing to Skyview's every whim, powerless to stop them. It was beyond frustrating; it was degrading.
As if their shared frustration had summoned him, a Davis family subordinate knocked lightly and entered the room. "Mr. John Davis, Kaelen is here," he announced.
Hilda frowned. "Kaelen? But he's supposed to be recovering at Radiant Care. What's he doing here?" He had little desire to see him. Gaining his assistance in hiring the assassin had cost him dearly, both in pride and finances. And what had it achieved? A failed attempt that had only strengthened Skyview’s position.Kaelen, despite his colossal failure, was not someone he could afford to alienate. Still, he couldn't bring himself to face him, to offer empty platitudes and pretend he wasn't bitterly disappointed. He had avoided visiting him in the hospital, hoping to delay this inevitable encounter.
"He wouldn't be here unless he needed something," John said quietly, his eyes narrowed in thought. "And I suspect that something involves us."
Kaelen entered, not on his own two feet, but seated in a state-of-the-art wheelchair. It was a sleek, futuristic contraption that moved with effortless grace, a testament to both technology and wealth. His legs weren't crippled, but the attack had left him seriously injured, and this chair, almost luxurious in its design, allowed him to maintain his busy schedule without hindering his recovery.
Surrounding him, a dozen bodyguards formed an impenetrable wall of muscle and vigilance. The attack had shaken Kaelen, leaving him with a lingering fear that manifested in this constant need for protection. He wouldn't even visit the restroom without a small army at his back.
Most of these men were new recruits. The Darkmoon family, upon learning of the attack on their scion, had spared no expense in bolstering his security. These were not just hired guns; they were professionals, their every move radiating competence and lethal efficiency.
Even Kaelen's assistant was new. Thelonius, his trusted confidante, was gone, his body lying in a morgue awaiting cremation and the journey back to Skyscape City. In his place stood Bridgette Darkmoon, a woman who commanded respect and instilled unwavering confidence.
Young, beautiful, and impeccably dressed in a sharp black business suit, stockings, and heels, Bridgette exuded an aura of intelligence and power. Her gold-rimmed glasses hinted at a sharp mind, while her demeanor spoke of a woman accustomed to getting things done.
She was, in fact, a formidable businesswoman in her own right, the general manager of the Darkmoon family's division, and Thelonius's sister. Upon receiving news of her brother's death, she hadn't shed a tear. Instead, she had accepted Kaelen's invitation, boarded the first flight to Golden Valley, and stepped seamlessly into her brother's shoes.
Now, she stood behind Kaelen's wheelchair, her expression carefully neutral as she pushed him forward. But beneath the surface, a deep well of grief resided. Thelonius was gone, and while she didn't weep openly, her sorrow ran deep, a silent current beneath her controlled exterior.
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