Chapter 1012
Chapter 1012:
Holding her breath, Yelena peered through the foliage, her eyes tracking their every movement, silently praying for Brody’s men to arrive in time.
Suddenly, the sound of rapid footsteps broke the silence, and shadowy figures emerged, advancing quickly.
A surge of panic gripped Yelena’s heart, only to subside as she recognized the silhouettes of Brody’s men. Clad in nondescript gear, they moved with lethal precision, swiftly drawing Leonel’s men away.
“Go!” she murmured fiercely to Ellen, and they scurried in the opposite direction, blending into the night’s cloak.
Moments later, they met up with Brody’s men.
Parked discreetly along the roadside was a nondescript black van. The side door swung open swiftly, revealing paramedics who promptly assisted Austin and Domenic inside.
“Miss Roberts, you’re out of danger now,” a man in black murmured softly. “Mr. Hewitt has already coordinated with a hospital. We’ll have you there in no time p>
Yelena nodded, her heart lightened as the weight of her worries eased. She cast a fleeting glance over her shoulder at Leonel’s men, still scouring the terrain from a distance. A frosty smile crept across her lips. “Leonel, did you really think you could trap us so easily?” she whispered under her breath before swinging herself into the van.
The van sped away from the turmoil, merging into the shadows of the night. By the time Leonel’s men realized their escape, Yelena and her companions were long gone, like shadows dissolving into the darkness.
“Yes, the car was here, but they’ve vanished. Without any vehicle, they probably couldn’t have gone far,” Leonel said, wiping his forehead. The pressure of speaking with the person on the other end of the line weighed heavily on him, like a suffocating hand.
Though Leonel had never truly laid eyes on the person, he was keenly aware of their formidable influence. If not for this person’s unwavering support, Leonel wouldn’t have reached this point.
The person’s cold, unforgiving tone sliced through the air. “Probably, you say p>
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Leonel flinched at the man’s glacial tone. His throat tightened. “Mr. Y p>
“You’d better be absolutely sure. Go verify whether they’re dead or alive p>
“Understood p>
Leonel swallowed hard, nearly choking on his own saliva.
“Dad, why are you so scared of Mr. Y?” Reuben blurted, baffled. Leonel had always claimed he was the one using Mr. Y, but to Reuben, it seemed like his father was absolutely terrified of him.
“Shut up. You don’t know a damn thing.” Leonel shuddered, his eyes flickering with a complex emotion.
The metal car door slammed shut, and just like that, Domenic coughed up blood.
The van Brody had sent barely had the essentials. Yelena ripped open Austin’s blood-soaked shirt, her stomach knotting at the sight—three ribs on his left side had been knocked loose. Domenic wasn’t faring any better. Shards of glass were buried deep in his abdomen, dangerously close to his hepatic artery.
“Take them to Hopevale Hospital!” Ellen grabbed Yelena’s wrist in desperation. “The Barton Group’s trauma center has the best surgeons in the country p>
Yelena yanked her hand free, her gloves already slick with blood. “Leonel’s expecting us to walk into his trap p>
Her fingers trembled as she tore open the first aid kit—only two vials of adrenaline left. Not nearly enough blood substitute for both of them. Ellen opened her mouth to argue, but Yelena didn’t give her the chance. She clamped a flashlight between her teeth and ripped open Domenic’s shirt.