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Chapter 396
Two men emerged from the black car ahead, stopping their car.
The bodyguard in the backseat noticed, too. "I’ll go take a look."
He got out of the car, intent on making things quick and leaving.
At the same time, Cordy's palm was sweating as she put it on the door handle.
She watched as the bodyguard alighted and walked several paces away, before opening the door and
rushing out.
The other bodyguard in the driver's seat noticed immediately and got out to try to stop her, only to
watch her run into the black car that had been tailing them for a while.
It sped away even as he tried to reach it; there was no way for him to chase the car down, especially
since his car's way was blocked.
Scowling, he had no choice but to dial a number to report. "I'm sorry, Mr. Levine, but Miss Sachs
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Cordy's heart was racing even after she made it into Patrick's car.
She took a deep breath to calm herself. Patrick sat beside her with a faint smile.
Cordy frowned as she turned towards him, a little annoyed to see him watching her with such
amusement.
"I'm once again impressed by your abilities, Miss Sachs," he said. "You managed to escape so easily
despite John keeping such a tight leash on you."
Cordy didn’t respond, but it hadn't been easy.
She succeeded simply because Jay wasn't wary of her, and she deceived a person who trusted her.
She saw a call on her phone soon enough, but declined it right away.
Cordy followed Patrick and took his private jet to Rocktown, where they headed to the best private
hospital in the city.
"Come," Patrick said.
"Do you think I should trust you?" Cordy asked, folding her arms.
"I’m not sure, but you decided to trust me anyway. That much is obvious when you chose to come here
with me," Patrick smiled faintly, appearing a little proud of himself.
Cordy bit her lip but followed Patrick in the hospital regardless, knowing that she would be visiting his
grandfather Monty Stuart.
She had never met him, and there were no photos of him in any media.
However, she supposed that an old man who was terminally ill couldn't possibly be dangerous.
Moreover, people become kinder as death approaches.
And yet, as Cordy followed Patrick into Monty's ward, she found a spirited elderly man inside, looking
sixty at best; certainly not a year past seventy.
At that instant, many thoughts crossed her mind.
Was John misinformed? Or perhaps...
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Nonetheless, Monty seemed to read her mind. He smiled and said cheerfully, "You must think that I'm
on my deathbed, Miss Sachs."
"The rumors..."
"That I leaked on purpose," Monty admitted. "Bait I've set, to lure a big fish."
"I see... But why would you let me find out about such a bold move? Aren't you worried I would betray
you?" Cordy asked.
After all, being coy was the worst thing that can be done in a discussion amongst intellectuals.
"I trust Patrick's judgment," Monty said, obviously thinking highly of his own grandson.
"In that case, what do you want me to do since you’ve asked for my presence here today?" Cordy
asked.
"Calm down, Miss Sachs-I'm not asking you to do anything," Monty said." I've simply asked you here to
offer you assurances. Once we've accomplished what we want, we'll give you your just reward."
"Thank you, Mr. Stuart," Cordy said gratefully, though she wasn't celebrating at all.
In the end, the assurance would only be half that; the other half was pure threat!
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