Chapter 820

Without evidence, speculation is just that—idle talk.

"Hunter, you're gonna have to play it cool with this one. Stirring the pot without any proof won't help you get back at whoever's trying to do you dirty."

Hunter nodded, though he was clearly struggling to wrap his head around it all. "How could something like this even happen?"

"Patrick, take a breather, man. Keep your head on straight."

Hunter understood, familiar as he was with the Harrison family drama. They'd

weathered storms before; this was just another squall.

"Hunter, I'll take these samples back with me. Keep up with your meds, and call me if anything comes up."

Hunter gave a nod of gratitude. "Josie, thanks a bunch. I meant to give you a welcome gift last time, but the craftsman dropped the ball. Got it sorted now, though. Hope you like it."

No sooner had he finished than his bodyguard stepped in, carrying a box.

After setting it down, the bodyguard left, and Hunter pushed the box towards Josefina.

"Josie, it's just a small token. You've gotta accept it."

Josefina glanced at Grandpa Robert, feeling hesitant.

With a nod from him, she accepted. "Thank you, Hunter."

Opening it, she found a hefty gold bar, easily weighing over thirty pounds.

"Patrick, this is way too generous," Grandpa Robert chuckled.

“Drake, it's the least I can do. Josie saved my life. Without her, I'd be six feet under. And what good is money to the dead?"

Josefina interjected, "Grandpa, Hunter, I need to take these samples back for analysis. You guys catch up."

Grandpa Robert added, "I should head out too. My parrot's waiting for its dinner."

After exchanging goodbyes, they went their separate ways.

Busy in the lab with the samples, Josefina concluded that the person targeting Hunter was in cahoots with Lena.

Were they spinning a web to trap Westwood's elite?

Josefina thought of someone-Sylvie, Lena's former confidante who had distanced herself upon seeing Lena's true colors.

Pulling up Sylvie's number, Josefina called: "Sylvie, got a minute? Need to ask you something."

Sylvie's weary voice came through, “Josefina, perfect timing. I actually need your help with something."

How serendipitous.

After sharing the address, Josefina waited for their meeting.

...

Arriving early, Josefina ordered a coffee.

Sylvie arrived shortly, looking run-down, a shadow of her former, vibrant self.

"What's up? How can I assist?"

Sylvie shared, "My grandma's been

out cold, hasn't woken up. My uncle's got her shares, and now, my dad's been booted from the company, and we've been kicked out of our family home.”

That was harsh.

"My grandma was always in good health. I'm hoping you could check

on her, see what's wrong. How could she just fall into a coma out of the blue?"

Sylvie was desperate, for her grandmother and for her family's

plight. Once a prominent figure, now

they had nothing. Their assets

frozen, and her uncle eyeing their shares.

"What did you want to ask me?" Sylvie inquired.