Chapter 351
Thorn threw off the sheets and tried to get out of bed. Just then, Clark Vance rushed back in, his eyes widening in alarm as he ran to stop him.
“Sir. What are you doing? Don’t move.
“You can’t get out of bed, sir. The doctor said your condition is serious. You have to stay here, or you could face complications for the rest of your life.”
It’s her again. Thorn’s expression soured as Clark forced him back onto the bed.
“Get off me. It’s my body, and I’ll do what I want. Stay out of my business. I’m checking out now, Thorn snapped. He couldn’t waste any
more time.
Clark placed a hand on his forehead. “Sir, I think you have a fever. Just lie down. You must feel dizzy and out of it. I’ll get the doctor. You need to rest. I’m responsible for your well–being”
Thorn was about to argue, but just as Clark said, a wave of dizziness washed over him. He felt foggy, exhausted, and desperately wanted to sleep.
‘Do I really have a fever? he wondered. It didn’t feel quite right.
Clark let out a silent sigh of relief. That was close.
He wouldn’t let Thorn out of his sight. Not for a second. He wasn’t leaving this hospital.
Winifred Hart sat in a small diner, eating. A message popped up from Rowena Clare, saying her shoot had gone perfectly today, with every scene done in one take. She asked when Winifred was coming back.
Winifred bit into a noodle, but just as she was about to reply, a chill ran down her spine. Her eyes went cold. She snapped her phone shut and pulled the brim of her cap down low.
She wolfed down the rest of her food, slapped some cash on the table, and just as a hand was about to touch her shoulder, she shot up from her seat. She slipped out of the diner and darted toward a network of back alleys.
“Don’t let her get away.”
Winifred moved like a phantom through the maze of streets, but her pursuers were skilled and relentless. They were clearly professionals.
Fine. Time to end this. She thought.
Winifred lured them into a deserted, crumbling alley and, ducking into the shadows, readied her weapon.
“Where’d she go?” One of the pursuers asked.
“I saw her run in here.” Another replied.
“Be careful. This woman is dangerous.”
“Stay sharp. Our orders are to eliminate the target on sight.”
“Roger that.”
In the gloom, Winifred’s dark eyes locked onto her enemies. The night and the drizzling rain concealed her completely.
The moment a raindrop pattered against a nearby plastic bottle, she fired.
Ten minutes later, Winifred pulled her cap down, stuffed her hands in her pockets, and walked briskly out of the alley. As she walked, she stripped off her outer jacket and gloves, revealing a plain white hoodie underneath. She pulled her hair into a high ponytail and put on a pair of glasses and headphones.
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She strolled confidently down the main street, brushing past the very men sent as backup for her pursuers. None of them gave her a second glance.
Back at the hotel, Winifred kicked the door open and sent Ryan Lowell flying. “Your intel was trash,” she said, her voice dangerously calm. “Explain yourself.”
Ryan scrambled to his feet, brushing himself off “Winifred, it’s my fault. I was careless. I didn’t dig deep enough. It was a setup, designed to draw you out.”
Winifred stared at him, her eyes bloodshot. “Ryan, do you have any y idea how close I came to not making it back?”
Tears streamed down Ryan’s face. “Winifred I… I’m so sorry.”
He knew his incompetence was to blame. He had almost gotten her killed.
He didn’t deserve to be by her side. He was a liability, a complete and utter screw–up who couldn’t even handle one simple task.
“Just hit me, Winifred. Please.” Ryan choked ouL
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