Chapter 385
Maurice always followed through with his words. As the head of the Glovers family, his
ruthless methods were well–known; when he was determined to do something, he would stop at nothing to achieve it.
Ablil nearly turned upside down at his command, and the “Mr. Falas” that Baldy had
mentioned was quickly brought to light!
He was tied up and brought before Felicia.
This time, she didn’t need to say a word. Maurice simply said, “Louie Falas, right? Have you hidden your wife and two kids well?”
With those words, Louie’s face turned pale.
He knew what kind of person Maurice was–if he threatened him like this, he meant it.
Louie gritted his teeth, trembling as he spoke. “Mrs. Glovers Senior contacted me, asking me for a small favor. She helped me a lot in the past, so when she asked, I couldn’t refuse.”
Maurice chuckled, a look of surprise on his face, though it seemed logical.
He hadn’t expected that, even though he had thought he had removed all of Kelsey’s influence, she still had such a card up her sleeve.
He waved his hand, and the desperate Louie was gagged and dragged away.
He turned to Felicia. “How do you want to handle this?”
It sounded like he was leaving the decision to her.
She countered, “Aren’t you going to stop me? After all, I’m planning to kill someone from the Glovers family.”
“I won’t stop you. I’ll even hand you the knife.”
She remained silent and turned to walk away.
Maurice chuckled and followed, saying, “The helicopter is waiting on the top floor. You’re going the wrong way. The elevator is over here.”
Only then did she turn back and follow him.
While Felicia waited for news of Louie, the nine mercenaries, under her orders, had already put Baldy on the first helicopter to Ablil.
They were still waiting for Felicia’s five billion dollar reward, so they were happy to follow her orders.
The second helicopter, arranged by Maurice, was waiting on the top floor.
Felicia changed out of her hospital gown into a loose sweatshirt and sweatpants, which made it easier to avoid rubbing against her wounds. Plus, the special Panax pseudo–ginseng she used was healing her injuries rapidly.
Maurice’s injuries were more severe, wrapped in bandages, making him look almost like a mummy. He couldn’t even change into his own clothes.
Yet he refused to sit in a wheelchair and shamelessly draped his arm over her shoulder while waiting for the elevator.
She wasn’t having any of it and immediately shook his arm off. “Get lost!”
“You’re mean.
He clicked his tongue but quieted down for a moment. Then, he started playfully poking at her hand, his tone unusually curious. “What kind of medicine are you using? Your recovery is so good. Can you share some?”
She was speechless. Why was he so annoying?
Felicia was incredibly irritated, and her desire to strangle Maurice only grew stronger!
Just as she was about to tell him to get lost, the elevator doors opened. She glanced in and was stunned to see Stephan’s handsome face.
She hadn’t expected to run into him here. Even less had she expected that they were in the same hospital.
She thought back and realized this was the nearest hospital to the car accident scene and the spot where she jumped out of the car.
Upon a closer look, Stephan didn’t seem to be seriously injured. Felicia sighed in relief, but just as she did, she felt an arm drape over her shoulder, and Maurice’s slightly mischievous voice whispered in her ear, “Ah, I’m losing my balance. Can you help me?”
She was speechless.
She wanted to curse but saw Stephan step out of the elevator. His eyes casually scanned her and Maurice, then moved away without a trace of emotion.
It was as though he had seen a stranger.
She realized that, from his perspective, the way she and Maurice were “pulling and tugging” must have looked very intimate.
