Chapter 1239

Chapter 1239:

“Bang!”

The scene unfolded with brutal efficiency—too fast for anyone to intervene. The impact sent Aiken flying through the air like a ragdoll. The truck vanished into the traffic, weaving erratically as it fled. Only the Homelight Enterprise security guards recognized the broken figure as Aiken and scrambled to get him emergency medical attention.

The timing was too perfect to be coincidental—just as Aiken’s involvement surfaced, he met with this “accident.” The implications weren’t lost on Jared, his face hardening into stone.

“Which hospital took him?”

“Central General Hospital.”

Jared and his team rushed to the hospital, but the news was grim. Aiken’s injuries proved catastrophic, and despite the medical team’s best efforts, his prognosis was bleak. The doctor’s words hung heavy in the air.

“You should contact his family immediately.”

As the doctor departed, Jared stood vigil by Aiken’s bedside. The once-vibrant man lay deathly pale, swathed in bandages, his body a canvas of trauma. With the hit-and-run vehicle in the wind and the suspicious timing of it all, Jared knew exactly who to call.

“Boss, I need your help saving someone…”

Crystal chandeliers cast their ethereal glow across a sea of designer gowns, bathing the business gala in an aura of sophistication and wealth. As the clock struck 10:45 PM, Madisyn finished her final duties representing the Johns Group, the subtle warmth of champagne lingering in her system. Just as she reached for her phone to summon her driver, a shadow loomed behind her. In one swift, practiced motion, a cloth heavy with chemicals was pressed against her face, silencing any chance of resistance.

Darkness claimed her consciousness instantly.

Across town, Andrew sat in his dimly lit study, closing a video conference when Madisyn’s message caught his attention.

“I’ll be back a bit later,” her text read.

Lɒtєst cнαptєrs ιn g𝒶lnovєls.𝒸𝑜𝑚

“Okay, I’ll wait for you,” he responded.

The moment he exited their chat, a message appeared from that unknown number again. It contained another image.

The photograph showed Madisyn beside an unfamiliar man, whose polished exterior couldn’t mask the possessive gleam in his eyes as he gazed at her. To any stranger, they’d appear to be lovers caught in an intimate moment.

“Interested in watching a good show at Lancer Residence? Villa A, Block A. Don’t be late.” Lilian Perkins!

Andrew’s dark eyes flashed with recognition. Though the photo was masterfully crafted, the digital manipulation of it couldn’t escape his trained eye. Another of Lilian’s schemes to sow discord between Madisyn and him—but what sinister undertone lurked behind those words?

His fingers clenched around his phone as he snatched his keys, racing toward Lancer Residence.

The exclusive gates of Ansport’s most prestigious community stood sentinel over their wealthy residents. Two luxury vehicles threaded through multiple security checkpoints before reaching Block A. The second car disgorged its occupants—men with professional cameras and concealed faces—who gathered around the lead vehicle.

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