Chapter 747
Chapter 747:
She could feel the fierce anger radiating from Janice, whose gaze fixed on her like that of a threatening predator.
If circumstances were less critical, she was certain that MO’s response would have involved more than just a kick.
“Get her out of here this instant!” Janice barked.
The hospital director quickly instructed the staff to escort Tess out of the operating room.
Standing over Orson, Janice’s keen eyes swiftly pinpointed the problem.
“Continue the surgery!” she ordered.
Her words sparked a renewed sense of hope among the medical team. Janice emitted a powerful sense of confidence. It felt as though, with her leading, any obstacle could be easily overcome.
“She’s so quick!”
Before the team could fully grasp the situation, Janice had already resumed the operation.
Her actions were remarkably fast and precise, each cut made with stunning accuracy.
At that moment, the staff realized why only MO could handle such a delicate operation.
Her expertise and swiftness were unmatched, far surpassing anything Tess could hope to imitate. Tess’s earlier claims of matching MO’s abilities now seemed laughably ambitious.
As the surgery progressed smoothly, tension escalated outside the operating room.
Harlan was quiet, kneeling outside the surgery suite. Beside him stood Mateo, his expression cold and his presence commanding.
𝗠𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝖈𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘃𝗶𝗮 gⱯ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⩶𝖼𝗈𝗺
“Harlan, your ruthlessness knows no bounds,” Mateo said seriously. “To claim the family leadership, you’ve resorted to extreme measures. You stationed your men at the villa to ambush MO, and you arranged assassins to intercept her. If my people hadn’t intervened in time, MO might have been murdered by your operatives.”
“Mateo, you’ve got it all wrong,” Harlan replied, struggling against his restraints. “I truly regret that MO was attacked. However, I had nothing to do with it.”
“Do you think I’m a fool?” Mateo glared at him, squatting down to meet Harlan’s gaze. Grabbing him by the throat, he spoke in a chilling tone. “No matter how many fall guys you line up, once Father’s surgery is over, you’ll answer for everything you’ve done.”
Harlan locked eyes with Mateo, ice crystallizing in his veins. In that moment, he knew his own brother would snuff out his life without hesitation. Blood ties meant nothing now. The bitter truth settled in his gut like lead.
His mind raced frantically. How had his flawless plan to eliminate MO crumbled to dust?
The fluorescent light above the operating room door sputtered and died. Mateo’s eyes narrowed to predatory slits as he rose from his seat, staring at the door.
A soft click pierced the silence. The door opened.
Janice emerged, wearing her golden mask.
“MO…” Before Mateo could inquire about the surgery, Janice strode forward and delivered a savage kick, sending Harlan sprawling across the cold tiles.
Harlan’s men surged forward like wolves, murderous intent blazing in their eyes.
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