Chapter 689
Chapter 689:
Jorge might have thought himself formidable, but Mateo was in another league entirely. Janice was truly extraordinary!
“Master MO, please forgive my earlier transgressions. I humbly kneel before you, begging for your mercy,” Jorge pleaded.
Janice gazed down at Jorge, her eyes turning to ice as she recognized his remarkable talent for self-preservation. “Forget it! For the sake of Mr. Welch, I won’t hold it against you.”
“Thank you, Master MO. I’m eternally grateful!”
Mateo’s commanding voice crackled through the phone once more. “Jorge, ensure Master MO comes without incident—whatever it takes.”
“Yes, sir!” Jorge plastered on an obsequious smile, bowing repeatedly. “Clear the way for them.”
“Clear the way, but don’t harm anyone, or else…”
Janice’s steely gaze made Jorge shrink back, nodding frantically with a strained smile.
While Jorge directed his men to create a passage, Janice knelt beside the fallen man to assess his condition.
Though unconscious, his injuries appeared superficial—likely just a mild concussion.
“Have him transported to the hospital. Ensure all medical expenses are covered,” she ordered.
“Yes, yes!” Jorge wouldn’t dare defy her now.
The pieces had fallen into place—MO was Mateo’s guest, summoned to operate on Orson.
Her significance dwarfed the entire Lambert family’s worth, and Mateo would stop at nothing to guarantee her safety.
𝙉𝙤𝙣 𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙥𝙮 → gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⸳𝖼𝗼𝗺
After the chaos subsided and the blockade cleared, Jorge gestured toward an open path.
As Jorge watched Janice’s vehicle disappear into the distance, his ingratiating smile melted into a mask of calculation.
He rushed back to his car, addressing a woman inside. “We need to reach the Welch estate before MO arrives.”
“How amusing! You just cleared their path, putting them ahead. And now you expect to overtake them? I was personally invited by Harlan Welch. How do you plan to explain this disaster?”
Jorge’s features hardened as he spoke with quiet intensity. “Dr. Newman, rest assured. We will arrive before them.”
“Fine, let’s go. Don’t waste any more time.”
“Alright.”
Meanwhile, Janice’s group had already left the congested route behind.
After some time on the road, Vernon’s brow creased with concern.
“We’ve taken a detour, haven’t we?” Janice inquired.
Vernon’s eyes widened. “How could you tell?”
Janice removed her golden mask, revealing a face as striking as it was serene. A knowing smile played at her lips. “While Jorge was making way for us, I caught his subtle signals to the bodyguards. His agenda was clear as day. Your expression now only confirms we’re on an alternate route.”
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