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Chapter 0294
“Miss? Miss?! Ray!”
Amber anxiously sat in the Porsche, waiting until the Audi A8 pulled up behind them. She then flung
open the
door and scooped up the girl who was a stranger to her, her heart skipping a beat as she noticed the
girl’s
bruised forehead.
She was hurt, and it looked bad.
Thankfully, the car had stopped, but the tire’s bounce did its damage. The girl’s forehead slammed into
the rubber before rebounding onto the pavement, leaving her skin mottled with shades of purple and
blue.
Oddly enough, in the sweltering heat, the girl was bundled up as if she feared the sun’s kiss, her face
half-
hidden behind pricey sunglasses.
“She’s just a regular person.”
Ray was at their side in a flash, having dashed from the Audi A8. He checked the girl’s pulse and
sighed in
relief. “Don’t worry, Miss Chesire. She’s not a bad guy.”
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With a thoughtful hum, Amber rifled through the girl’s coat pocket and pulled out a dead cell phone and
an ID
card.
22-year-old Wanda Briers.
The name rang a bell.
After a brief pause, Amber slipped the phone and ID back into Wanda’s pocket, gently pressed against
the
bruise on her forehead, and whispered, “Miss Briers, time to wake up.”
It took a couple of minutes, but Wanda’s body shivered, and her eyes fluttered open.
“Miss Chesire.”
Ray crouched and offered her a bottle of water, his voice low and urgent. “Miss Briers is weak, and that
bump
on her head isn’t good. We should get her to a hospital, now. I’m on it.”
He was already motioning to his people to make it happen.
“It’s not appropriate with just men around,” Amber said with a hint of concern.
She glanced at the grand Baltimore Mansion before assisting Wanda into the car. With a reassuring
smile, she said, “Miss Briers, I’m taking you to the hospital now. You have my word that I’m one of the
good guys.”
Amber slid into the passenger seat. Ignoring Wanda’s silent panic, she shook her head as if to dismiss
her own worries and sped off toward Ol’ Mare Central Woolpackton Hospital.
“Miss Chesire, I…” Ray’s voice trailed off as he watched the Porsche disappear into the distance. He
quickly jumped into an Audi A8 parked nearby and made an urgent call to the director of Central
Woolpackton
Hospital.
“Mister Kramer, get ready. Miss Chesire is on her way!”
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At Central Woolpackton Hospital, the roads were eerily silent. Every vehicle that had been parked
along the curbs was then gone, leaving a clear path from the main entrance to the emergency
department’s doors.
“So many people!” Wanda gasped, peering through the Porsche’s window at the swarm of doctors
gathered at
the emergency room’s entrance. Her heart skipped a beat, and her face lost all color.
The thought that raced through her mind was simple: ‘This is it.’
As Zabaleta’s starlet, she was used to a certain level of attention, especially when an on-set injury led
to a
hospital visit. However, this time was different. She had fled Zabaleta for Ol’ Mare in secret without any
notice
to the hospital.
In the heart of Ol’ Mare, far from the shadow of Zabaleta, a mystery unfolded.
“Could this be?” The thought shot through as the sleek Porsche purred to a stop.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWas the driver, Miss Chesire, a secret scion of the illustrious Zabaleta Ledger family? Did she cloak her
true
self behind a veil of anonymity?
Or perhaps, the woman bearing the name Chesire was Ledger blood through and through?
“Miss Chesire,” she gasped, clawing her way upright and clutching the steering wheel. Her eyes
brimmed with
desperation as she implored Amber, “Please, I don’t need a doctor. It’s nothing serious. Just let me be,
I’ll
vanish from Ol’ Mare this instant. I yearn for the simplicity of an ordinary life!”
However, her plea was lost in the wind. The Porsche had reached the hospital’s embrace.
Amber, taken aback for a heartbeat, looked concerned. “At ease, Miss Briers. When you collapsed, you
struck my car’s tire. I vow to see this through to the end.”
Wanda’s lips parted to protest, but time was a thief.
At the emergency entrance, the hospital’s chief, Mister Kramer, with his retinue of specialists and
department chiefs, had been waiting. They converged on the Porsche as it skidded to a halt, oblivious
to Wanda’s
presence.
All hands were on deck, voices melding into one.
“Bring the stretcher, now! Rush Miss Chesire to the ER and fire up the machines. She needs a full
workup!”
“And what of the lady trailing behind?”
“Focus on Miss Chesire. Give her medical attention first!”
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