Chapter 734

Chapter 734:

Suddenly, Conley’s phone buzzed with an incoming message. His eyes widened in surprise as he recognized the sender’s name.

“Harlan? Why would he text me?”

“Harlan?” Esther leaned in, her curiosity piqued. “The Lambert family is aligned with the Welch family, while we’re with the Payne family. We’ve never been on good terms with the Welch family. What’s he reaching out to you for? Check his message.”

Conley opened the message, his expression turning grave as he read.

“Say yes to this, Conley!” Esther burst out, unable to contain her excitement. “It’s rare to get such a chance. Maybe it could bridge a connection between our family and the Welch family.”

“I’m not going to agree to this,” Conley responded firmly. “Just ignore it, okay?”

“But why, Conley? This could really benefit us,” Esther asked, clearly confused.

“I’d rather not get into it. Just trust me on this and let it go.”

Despite her frustration, Esther saw the resolve in Conley’s face and reluctantly nodded, agreeing to drop the matter.

Conley looked at the message once more. Harlan wanted him to get rid of MO. Though recently humiliated, Conley maintained a certain pride. He preferred to seek redemption through a fair race rather than resort to dirty tricks. His disdain for dirty tactics was clear.

Three days later, Orson was admitted to Andromache Hospital. Renowned for its excellence, Andromache Hospital boasted the finest medical team and facilities in Cloverhill. However, today’s surgeon for Orson was not on the hospital staff. The staff, intrigued, tried to uncover who this enigmatic surgeon was but came up empty.

Tension mounted within the hospital as the director emphasized the importance of this operation, allocating extra resources to it. This unusual move sparked even more interest among the medical staff, who were left to wonder about the identity of the surgeon afforded such special treatment.

𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲’𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁: 𝗀⍺𝗅☼𝗇𝗈☼ν𝖊☼𝗅𝘀☼ⅽ𝗈☼𝗆

The director’s strict confidentiality policy kept everyone guessing.

In a quiet suburb, two black sedans quietly approached a villa.

Inside one of the sedans, Jorge looked out with a grave expression. As the villa came into view, he took a deep breath and instructed, “In ten minutes, MO will head out to Andromache Hospital. We have just that window to execute our plan.”

“Relax. We’re fully in control.” A menacing grin spread across the face of a man in the back seat. Built like a tank and clad in camouflage, with a sniper rifle in his grasp, he exuded a lethal aura.

“The moment MO steps into view, she’s gone with one bullet.”

Jorge, eyeing the sniper rifle warily, gave a nervous nod. “Make sure to secure this area, everyone. Just in case our plan doesn’t go as expected.”

“Ha, it’s going to work. I’m the top sniper in Wolf.” The sniper’s laugh boomed with confidence, assured of his skills.

Jorge kept silent, his expression tight. The group, known as Wolf, was a famous mercenary outfit, internationally recognized for their effectiveness. Against such skilled operatives, even someone as tough as Janice stood little chance.

Soon, the vehicles stopped about a hundred meters from the villa. Doors opened, and several foreigners stepped out. They were well-armed and professional, swiftly taking up strategic positions for the ambush. The sniper climbed to a higher vantage point in a nearby building.

Using hand signals, the team confirmed each other’s locations and relayed tactical updates.

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