Chapter 315
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“Could you get the doctor to have a look at Dylan?” Christina turned to Ralphy and asked.
“On it,” Ralphy responded, already heading for the door.
Once he left, silence filled the room, thick and heavy between Christina and Dylan.
Christina broke the silence, her voice gentle.
“Would you like some water? You must be thirsty.”
Dylan gave a slight nod.
“Yes, please.”
“I’ll get you some water after the doctor finishes the examination,” Christina said.
“Thanks,” he murmured.
Christina watched him for a moment, her eyes not leaving his. Then, as if wrestling with her thoughts, she spoke up.
“How did you end up being the target of an assassination while negotiating a business deal? Do you have any idea who’s behind it?”
Dylan shook his head.
“No. Could be anyone, honestly.”
This wasn’t the first time. He had been targeted since he was a child—kidnappings, ambushes, threats. Some attackers were enemies of the Scott family, others were competitors, and some were desperadoes looking for a hefty ransom. Whoever was behind this assassination attempt was either an enemy or a rival. Desperadoes usually preferred kidnappings—they wouldn’t risk killing the hostage before collecting payment.
Christina leaned in slightly, her voice low but urgent.
“Whoever’s behind this is hiding in the shadows. You need to be careful.”
She didn’t mention the existence of another assassin aiming to take him down during his post-surgery unconsciousness. She was such a bad liar that if she…
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couldn’t reveal that. If she did, he’d start questioning how she managed to fend off a skilled assassin, and she wasn’t sure how long she could keep up the lie without exposing her background as a retired top-tier fighter.
“I will,” Dylan replied.
As he reflected on how Christina had stayed by his side through the night without getting proper rest, he felt a pang of remorse.
“I’m sorry for putting you through this.”
Christina gave a gentle smile, brushing off his apology.
“There’s no need for that. I’m just glad you’re okay.”
She shifted the subject.
“Chloe was a mess. She couldn’t stop worrying about you.”
Dylan blinked, surprised.
“Chloe was here too?”
“I told her to wait in Dorfield for updates,” Christina said softly. “But she was too worried. She insisted Ralphy bring her here.”
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