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Chapter 1872

Chapter 1872

At that moment, a bodyguard hurried over to Arabella and whispered a few words in her ear.

A spark lit up in Arabella's eyes as she turned to Clark and said, "Clark, keep an eye on them; I'll be

right back."

Clark nodded in understanding.

A dozen hitmen held their breath, secretly wondering if it was their boss who had come into

consciousness, prompting Arabella to check on him.

Word had it that Arabella was one hell of a doc.

If their boss wasn't dead, then there was hope for them yet.

As long as they could save their boss from the confinement, with his cunning and resourcefulness, he

was sure to navigate them all out of this mess.

They had been in dire straits before. It was their boss who had carved a path to survival for them!

With that in mind, they exchanged knowing glances.

After a while, Arabella returned.

Clark asked in a low voice, "How's it looking?"

"He's out again."

The hitmen overheard and were certain it was their boss. Thank goodness he was unconscious.

Otherwise, with Arabella using his life as leverage, the moment the boss spilled the beans about who

was calling the shots, they'd all become expendable.

"Why grill these guys when we can just wait for him to come to and ask him properly?" Though Clark's

voice was subdued, some of the hitmen overheard him.

"Just afraid he won't talk," Arabella said, her eyes reflecting a mix of helplessness and gravity.

Clark's gaze fell on the hitmen, "With so many lives at stake, he'll talk."

Hearing this, the hitmen realized that the strategy was to use their lives to coerce their boss into

revealing the puppet master's identity.

No, they couldn't just sit around waiting to die.

They had to save their boss and get out!

Even if they couldn't save him, they had to make a break for it first, and then figure out a way to call in

reinforcements!

"Keep them in line," Clark said. Losing interest in questioning them, he left these words behind as he

and Arabella walked away.

The hitmen exchanged covert glances and had seemingly made a decision.

Once out of the basement.

Arabella smirked, "They fell for it."

"Always the smart one, sis," Clark knew that even though the hitmen were quick on their feet, they

weren't the brightest bulbs, "and your audio extraction was spot-on, no background noise, sounded just

like Erik coughing up a storm."

"I've already had the head of security beef up the watch on Erik's room. Those hitmen won't be able to

get him out, they'll have to retreat."

The hitmen who escaped would surely be interrogated by the mastermind behind all this. As long as

they insisted that their boss was still alive, the mastermind would have to believe it to some extent...

This would increase the chances of the mastermind showing up...

"You're brilliant, Bella."

Clark patted Arabella's head just as Sean came back from the garden and saw them.

"Where have you two been?" Sean couldn't help but ask when he saw their closeness.

"Sean, you're still up?" Arabella was surprised, thinking that with Ophelia's condition stable, Sean

would relax and get some rest.

"I noticed your friend's flowerpot was tipped over, so I topped it off with soil and picked up some

toiletries for her."

Sean's comment drew a sly grin from Clark, "Since when you start shopping, and gardening? Guess

the saying 'love turns one into a superhero' is true."

"That was your line, wasn't it? Only you would say something that dumb," Sean's gaze returned to his

sister, which was filled with concern, "Where have you been so late at night?"

"Just couldn't fall sleep, and went for a walk with sis to clear our heads," Clark boasted slightly.

"A walk, you two??"

"Is there a problem??" Clark couldn't help but show off, "When you weren't around, sis and I used to

walk all the time. Not just walks, we'd go shopping, eat out, and travel abroad."

Having not realized that they'd done so much together, Sean sounded a bit miffed, "Well, I guess it's

my turn now."

"Don't you have Ophelia?" Arabella countered playfully.