After Reborn, I Become a Billionaire

Chapter 513 Conspiracy (6) Injured

Chapter 513 Conspiracy (6) Injured

Inside the room, only a tiny sound of breathing could be heard.

The room was filled with tension.

Hannah was super tight, and she could hear the paces getting nearer and nearer.

Her heart beat wildly as she saw a pair of black boots stop nearby.

If the man moved further a bit, his boots could touch Hannah.

Hannah dared not to make a move.

Her body shaking, she suffered with her nerves, as she could be killed as soon as she was spotted.

She was a poor woman in her last life, and the most terrible moment was being stabbed to death by

Charles in the end. And she had not experienced such terrifying moments as now.

However, this was not the first time she faced a life threat by guns after she was reborn.

There would be a day she must be driven crazy for such moments.

The clock was ticking.

The gang seemed to find nothing they wanted in the dark.

But they would not leave with empty hands.

Then Hannah heard a man order in a deep voice, "Find the switch."

Once the light was on, Hannah, separated from her mates, must surely die.

Biting her lips, she tried to control her beating heart and calm down to figure out a way to escape.

Then, s sharp noise burst in the silence.

A vase nearby dropped on the ground and fell into pieces.

At the same time, the four men dashed to the sound.

A figure sprinted out from the room. The four unknown men chased after him immediately.

Before Hannah sighed with relief, she felt someone dragged her out the next minute.

"It's me, Jimmy," Jimmy said quickly.

"Mr Wold distracts them away. And I will get you out now. They might soon find this was a diversion

trick." Jimmy claimed while dragging her out of the room.

Hannah followed Jimmy without her shoes and coat, though this was a freezing winter night.

Taking the lift was not a safe choice any more. So they ran toward the exit and went down the stairs.

After a crazy flee from the 14th floor, they dashed to the garage without a second stop.

Thanks to their plan before, in which they had arranged another car in River Town, they rushed

themselves into the car.

With a stamp on the accelerator, the car dashed out of the hotel.

As he drove on, Jimmy called Theodore, saying, "Mr Wold, I brought Mrs Wells out from the hotel. For

the time being, no tail followed. How about you?"

"I'm on the way to get rid of them. Don't worry about me. Let's meet at the old place."

Theodore hung up the phone as soon as he completed his sentence.

Following Theodore's instruction, Jimmy rushed to that place without a second of hesitation.

Though Hannah had no idea where the place was, she was sure that must be another safer shelter.

Presently, the car stopped in front of a glorious nightclub.

After the car was pulled over, Hannah got down following Jimmy.

As soon as they got off, the car was driven away by a new driver, in case the enemy would trace them

through the car.

Hannah walked behind Jimmy and entered the nightclub.

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After they came in a box, the staff pushed the sofa away, then a secret door was opened. There was

another room in the wall. Hannah was surprised for she had only expected a special VIP room just as

in Kensbury.

Hannah tried to not expose her surprise and followed in.

Then the door was shut.

The two of them were left in the room, an enclosed space. A sense of depression and even a touch of

insecurity crept into Hannah's heart.

Jimmy seemed to read Hannah's emotion and comforted her, "Don't worry. Every nightclub in Northfield

is under the Wolds' control. So now we are 100% safe."

Hannah nodded.

This was not a matter of trust.

The deeper she got involved, the more shocking secrets she found.

They sat there in silence.

After a while, the door opened again.

Theodore stood there, breathing.

But he didn't look good.

As soon as he entered, he rested himself on a lounge, seemingly suffering.

"What's wrong?" Hannah drew near and asked.

As she got close to him, a smell of blood slid down her nose.

Then she found a bullet mark on Theodore's trousers. A bullet was inlaid ugly in his thigh.

Gazing at the fearful injury, Hannah stood there in shock.

"Jimmy, get the medical box and help me take out the bullet." Said Theodore.

"Get it," Jimmy nodded and rushed for medical help.

Standing beside him, Hannah could not shift her sight from Theodore.

He was suffering tremendous pain and his face got twisted. But he just gnashed his teeth and kept

silent.

Very soon Jimmy found the medical box and started the urgent surgery.

"Turn around," Theodore instructed Hannah.

Hannah did not react to his order at once.

She was surprised that Theodore read her fear.

Was her face filled with scare?

"I just worry that Oscar will blame me for scaring you." Theodore teased under great pain.

Tightening her lips, Hannah followed and turned around.

She did not fear, or maybe just a little bit.

But that was not the reason she turned her back on him.

This was a sign of respect, for such a lifestyle.

Maybe Theodore did not want to expose his graceless side to others.

She could hear some slight snorting.

Hannah was lost in thought.

Why did Oscar and Theodore choose such a lifestyle so different from that of the other playboys?

About half an hour later, the bullet was finally dug out, and the wound was wrapped.

Lying on the lounge, Theodore kept his eyes shut, seemingly to digest the spiteful pain which almost

exhausted him.

"There are rooms upstairs," Theodore said without opening his eyes, "Take a rest, Hannah."

"Don't you sleep?"

"I need some more minutes here. Don't worry. As a shelter, there must be enough room to rest us

here."

Theodore misunderstood. He thought she was worried about if he had a bed if she took one.

Hannah had had a rough idea about the space since she entered this secret room.

This was a hidden well-equipped house, with a living room, a kitchen and a bathroom downstairs, while

3 or 4 bedrooms upstairs.

"If you are not going to sleep now, I want to have a small talk with you," Hannah suggested, sitting

down beside Theodore.

With a glance, Theodore rejected, "I don't have the answers to your questions. Turn to Oscar when he

is out."

"Don't worry. There is no question from me," Hannah said, surprised by his defensive reaction.

Theodore had impressed her with his careless manner.

But actually, he was much more cautious than others.

"I just want to talk about Oscar's case."

"Well," Theodore nodded. This was his approval for the talk.

"The assassination kicked off as soon as we arrived. At least, it proves that Oscar must be set up. They

are afraid we can find any clue or evidence. So they are so rushed to make a clear cut." Hannah said,

without beating around the bush.

"Of course," Theodore commented disdainfully, "My bro is quite a decent man of wealth. 50 million

means nothing to him. He doesn't need to corrupt it. The amount of money he spent on women is much

more than that."