Chapter 589
Sienna Sloan slowly opened her eyes, staring at the stark white ceiling for three seconds before her consciousness fully returned.
The dull ache pulsing at her temple and the minor scrapes across her body were a stark reminder of the heart-stopping pursuit they had just survived.
The hitmen Helena Sterling had sent were ruthless, their intentions entirely focused on silencing her for good.
They had rammed into them like maniacs the entire way, violently forcing their car toward the steep embankment by the lake.
In that critical moment, Alister had turned the tide.
He had expertly crashed into a large tree by the road to absorb the impact, stopping their vehicle from plunging into the water.
She had been incredibly lucky, escaping with only a split lip and a gash on her temple rather than any fatal injuries.
The driver and Alister had only sustained minor scrapes.
The second she opened her eyes, Alister and Thea Stanton leaned over her.
Alister’s expression was tight and somber, his eyes filled with lingering dread and absolute loyalty. “Ms. Sloan, you’re awake p>
Thea, dressed in a sharp business suit, looked at her with deep concern. “Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere? I’ll go get the attending physician for a checkup p>
Sienna waved her hand dismissively, her demeanor calm. “I’m fine. Don’t bother the doctor p>
She turned her gaze to the ruggedly built man beside her, her eyes curving into a smile. “Capable Alister. I slept very comfortably just now p>
That simple compliment caused the usually stoic and tough Alister’s cheeks to flush a faint pink, the tips of his ears quietly burning.
Before he could reign in his emotions, Sienna’s gentle voice reached his ears. “What’s the situation p>
Alister instantly buried every trace of emotion, his expression returning to its usual stern professionalism as he leaned in to report.
“Everything is arranged. We’ve executed every detail exactly as you instructed.
Sterling Manor received news of the accident immediately. The respected elders of the Sterlings have already gathered there and are on standby p>
Sienna gave a slight nod, her gaze narrowing. “Where is Jarred p>
“Mr. Sterling received an emergency assignment last night and rushed to Havenport overnight for official business. He hasn’t been in the Capital p>
Hearing this, Thea let out a cold, mocking scoff. “That was no coincidental emergency assignment.
Someone obviously timed it perfectly to lure him out of the Capital, otherwise, how would they play out the rest of their little show p>
Alister gave a curt nod, silently agreeing with her assessment.
After a brief pause, he added, “However, the mission wrapped up successfully this morning. Mr. Sterling is already on his way back.
The second he steps off the plane, I have someone ready to brief him entirely on yesterday’s events p>
Sienna didn’t show a hint of panic; a faint smile merely played on her lips.
Everything was unfolding exactly as she had predicted.
Just then, rushed and frantic footsteps echoed outside the hospital room before a figure hastily pushed the door open.
“Ms. Sloan! Bad news! Eleanor has: brought a group of family elders and Attorney Roland Reed’s team. They’re storming this way, and it looks like they to looking for trouble p>
The moment the words dropped, Alister’s expression hardened.
He stepped forward almost on instinct, his broad shoulders firmly blocking the hospital bed as he spread his arms slightly, fiercely shielding Sienna behind him.
Amidst the tense, stifling atmosphere of the room, Sienna remained completely composed, entirely devoid of fear or anxiety.
She gently raised a hand to press against Alister’s tense arm, her tone calm and steady. “Don’t panic. Stick to the original plan p>
With that said, she looked up and signaled. “Give me my purse p>
Alister complied without hesitation.
From the bag he handed her, Sienna pulled out a tube of concealer and a dark eyeshadow palette.
Using her phone’s dark screen as a mirror, she swiftly dabbed the makeup on her face.
Her already pale complexion instantly looked paper-thin, every ounce of color draining from her lips.
It added a frail, sickly pallor to her battered features.
She looked exactly like someone utterly devastated and clinging to life.
Once her makeup was perfect, she tossed the items back into her purse and slowly sank against the pillows, letting her breathing turn shallow and faint: