Chapter 208 Hunter is Dead
Patricia had the habit of browsing the internet for news before sleeping. On seeing the headline this time, she was so startled that she bolted upright in bed.
#Breaking: Doubts Arise Over Hunter, the Miller Group Helmsman's Suspected Death in an Explosion#
Immediately, Patricia clicked to open the link and skimmed through the content. It turned out that Hunter had been kidnapped yesterday. This morning, when the police pinpointed his location and were about to mount a rescue, a massive explosion occurred just as they arrived.
Although the fire was extinguished, Hunter was nowhere to be found. Speculation ran wild, with many guessing that he died in the blast.
The Miller family feared that his death would destabilize the stock prices of the Miller Group, which is why they suppressed the news and kept it secret.
Hunter is dead? At this thought, Patricia's eyes welled up, and tears began to fall.
Her movements startled Charles and Fannie. Charles asked anxiously, "Mommy, what's wrong?"
Trembling, Patricia handed him her phone: “Hunter's had an accident! Charles, could you quickly check if this news is true?"
After a glance at the news, Charles hurriedly opened his laptop, his slender fingers darting across the keyboard. In no time, he successfully hacked into the Miller family's surveillance system.
On the screen, three figures appeared. A woman with large curly hair and a significantly overweight figure harshly slapped the man before her.
"You idiot, didn't I tell you we can't take his life just yet? You've blown him up, so what are we supposed to do now?" The woman's back faced the camera, and her features were unclear.
The man had a classic European face, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, a prominent nose, and a tall stature. After receiving a slap, he didn't dare even to catch his breath. Standing next to the man was a young woman.
The woman was of mixed heritage, stunningly beautiful in a way that was distracting. She possessed the thick eyebrows, big eyes, and high nose bridge of Europeans, as well as the slender figure typical of Asians, the best of both worlds.
Seeing the man slapped, she protectively pulled him behind her, "Mommy, William had nothing to do with this. He didn't even know why there would be an explosion. Our goal was just to force him to sign the stock transfer document."
"Now that this has happened, the Miller Group is in disarray. Although we can momentarily keep the lid on his death, with rampant speculation, the truth will eventually come out. What are we going to do about this mess then?"
The woman of mixed heritage's eyes sparkled brightly. "If that's the case, then let's just go with the flow and have William takeover. After all, wasn't our goal in kidnapping him to seize power?"
The stout woman shot her a look. "Fool! Without the share transfer document, there's no legitimacy. Do you think the shareholders would be convinced?"
"What should we do, then?"
Patricia wasn't paying attention to what came next. Her mind was racing. William? Mom? Quickly, she organized her thoughts and figured out the identities of these three people.
The stout woman must be Davis Sadie, as mentioned by Hunter. The woman of mixed heritage must be Hunter's half-sister. And the man who was slapped, must be the William she heard over the phone, Davis Sadie's son-in-law.
Did that mean, had something really happened to Hunter? Were these three behind it? As her anxiety surged, her phone suddenly rang. Patricia barely had time to answer before the call disconnected.
Charles looked at her intensely: "It's an international number."
Patricia looked at Charles, who began to trace the number and quickly pinpointed the location. Sure enough, it was a number from the States, and the location was close to the explosion site.
Patricia speculated boldly. "Could it be Hunter? Maybe he's not dead? Is he trying to reach out for help, but was forced to hang up?"
Charles gave her a disdainful look. "Do you think this is some kind of spy movie?”
Just as Patricia hesitated, the phone rang again. She answered swiftly. Hunter's husky voice came through.
"Patricia, it's me. I'm in Torrance... I—uh..."
Before he could finish, a commotion erupted in the background, followed by a sudden disconnect and a busy signal. Patricia's heart leapt to her throat.
"It really is Hunter... He's definitely in trouble. Charles, book me a flight to Los Angeles immediately, I have to go there."
Without a second thought, Charles and Fannie unanimously objected. "No, it's too chaotic over there; we can't let you go."
Distraught, Patricia insisted, "But he has no one else but me! If he's reaching out to me, it means he has no one there he can trust. If I don't help him, what kind of person would I be?"
Thinking of all the hardships that Hunter had faced within the Miller family, her heart ached for him. If he was truly in danger, without a single person to help. How helpless he must feel!
Charles did his best to persuade his mother, "Mommy, please calm down! Hunter has been the president of the Miller Group for so many years. It's impossible for him not to have cultivated any close aides."
"You don't understand his situation. He's not the biological son of Davis Sadie. For many years, he has been treading on thin ice within the Miller family. It's a miracle he's survived this long.”
“The United States is Davis Sadie's territory, and even though he inherited the Miller Group, he still lives on Davis Sadie's turf. Every step he takes has to be very careful; a single misstep could lead to a situation like today's."
Seeing that his mother's mind was made up, and fearing she would blame him later if he didn't let her go, Charles relented a bit and said, "I'll go with you."
"No! You stay here and behave! If something really happened to him, who should I take care of—you or him? Don't worry, the entire Miller family thinks he's dead, we're not in any danger for the time being!"
After saying this, she began to pack her bags. "Book me a ticket at once, the earliest flight possible," she instructed Charles.
Charles felt there was sense in her words; having too many people involved might not be a good thing. If Hunter was indeed alive; he should be safe for now. Mommy and Hunter had been friends since childhood; she couldn't possibly abandon him completely.
Having thought it through, Charles booked a ticket on his phone for Patricia for 6 o'clock the next morning. When Patricia left, she entrusted all her patients to Frank temporarily, particularly emphasizing Milly, who needed close observation and care.
In the early hours, Patricia, with her suitcase in tow, took a taxi to the airport. She boarded the plane punctually at 6:10 am. The flight from Ivara City to Los Angeles, United States, took a full twelve hours.
The incident involving the president of the Miller Group shocked the entire business community. When Martin woke up in the morning, he, too, received the news from Alan. The Langley Group had no business dealings with the Miller Group.
In the past, he would have just listened to such news as a significant event and moved on. But this time, upon hearing of Hunter's misfortune, the first thought that came to his mind was, Does Patricia know?
"How could something suddenly happen to him when he was fine?" he wondered.
Alan reported respectfully, "I haven't investigated specifically, but from the news, it seems to be related to an internal struggle within the Miller family."
For such powerful, wealthy families, the intrigues and schemes are comparable to a suspense drama. The boss himself had emerged from such life-threatening struggles.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have become blind as a youth. Then, as an adult, when a car accident left him in a vegetative state, and after awakening, he became physically disabled. Moreover, rumors started to spread to tarnish his reputation, claiming he was no longer capable in certain respects.
Carter Shen, like Martin, also held power within his own family. However, unlike Carter, Martin had emerged as the ultimate victor, assuming the highest position in the Langley family with absolute authority. Carter, on the other hand, was still engaged in a cunning battle of wits with his own kin.
Martin could imagine the developments of the past few days, so he refrained from inquiring further and took out his phone to call Patricia. Instead of a human voice, an automated female recording replied.
"Sorry, the number you have dialed is switched off. Please try again later." Switched off? Could she already know? Unsettled, Martin dialed Charles's number.
"Why can't I reach your mom? Where is she?"
It was only 7 o'clock, and Patricia was certainly not at the hospital. Charles, not intending to hide anything from Martin, replied truthfully.
"Mom found out about Hunter's troubles last night and flew to the States early this morning. She's probably on the airplane now."
"What?" Hearing this, Martin lost his composure, exclaimed in shock, and abruptly stood up, accidentally knocking over his chair with the commotion.
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