No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 597





Ugh?

It wasn't just about him saving Conrad; I also needed to warn him to watch out for Brown.

"Send me the location," Ernest said before hanging up the call.

I froze for a few seconds before finally finding Ernest's contact on WhatsApp to send him the location.

After sending it, I glanced at our last conversation, feeling a lump in my chest.

I quickly exited the chat, and just then, my phone rang again, this time it was Jefferson calling.

Instantly, my heart sank, and I couldn't even pinpoint why I felt so sour inside.

Suppressing the discomfort, I answered the call, "Hello"

"Rad's been caught by Brown, you sure?" Jefferson's voice was laced with anxiety.

I explained the situation in detail, concluding with, "He was beaten up; it has to be true. Plus, Henrik mentioned there's someone pulling the strings behind the scenes."

"Someone behind the scenes?" Jefferson sounded surprised.

"Yes, I wasn't sure at first, thought it might have been Conrad's doing, but since he's been captured by Brown, it can't be him," I spoke, feeling a twinge of guilt for suspecting Conrad.

We had gone our separate ways, and yes, he betrayed me emotionally, but he never harmed me otherwise. He even helped me, yet I had painted him as the villain.

Suddenly, I felt pretty low about myself.

"Alright, I'll inform Ernest about this," Jefferson's words made it clear that Ernest was leading the rescue mission.

"You guys need to hurry and save Conrad," I was genuinely worried Brown might harm Conrad.

After all, Conrad wasn't like most people; he couldn't afford to lose blood.

"I know, and don't you worry or

panic. Ernest and I won't let Rad

come to harm, and you, stay put and out of sight. We can't afford to let Brown get to you; it would put us at a disadvantage," Jefferson

O

instructed.

"Okay, I got it!" I said before Jefferson hung up.

I tossed my phone onto the couch, sitting there alone, enveloped in a silence so profound it was unsettling.

But there was nothing I could do, not even sure who else I could call for help.

After what felt like an eternity, my phone rang again, displaying an unknown number.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Feeling jittery at the sight of the unfamiliar digits, I hesitated but eventually answered, "Hello"

"Felicia, it's me, Yolande. I'm coming over," Yolande's call took me by surprise.

What did she want with me?

We barely knew each other.

"Is there something you need?" I asked, almost instinctively.

"No worries, just coming over to keep you company, stop you from freaking out," she said, making t like we were closer than we

Sally were.

"I'm fine, really, no need," I tried to sound tough in front of her.

She chuckled, "I'll be there soon. Need me to bring anything?"

I didn't respond, and Yolande hung up.

Half an hour later, the doorbell rang and peering through the peephole, 1 saw Yolande standing there with a bag in her hand, "Felicia, it's me, open up."

With her already at my doorstep, I couldn't very well leave her outside. I pressed the unlock button and walked over to open the door. As I opened the door, before I could even step out, two tall men appeared out of nowhere, grabbing my arms like specters in the night.


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