Abigail''s eyes went wide, and she shot a quick look at the exit. Lucky for her, Landon''s men hadn''t barged in yet.


    She grabbed the toolbox nearby and gave Landon a light tap on the shoulder. "Chill out. I''ll fix your bandages," she murmured.


    Landon was totally spent, barely able to move. Even if Abigail wanted to off him right now, he wouldn''t have the juice to fight back.


    With the bandage in hand, Abigail nced at Landon. His hair was a mess, sweat dripped down his face, and he had his eyes shut like he was on death''s doorstep. Her fingers clenched, and a wild thought popped into her head.


    What if she took Landon hostage? Could she make a break for it?


    Once that idea hit, it wouldn''t go away.


    She shoved the thought down and got to work, unwrapping the bandages on Landon''s body. The wound had split open again.


    The stitching was crap. The thread hadn''t snapped, but it had dug into his skin, making the wound bleed non-stop.


    Abigail stopped the bleeding, yanked out the stitches, and re-stitched the wound. By the time she cleaned up the blood, Landon had already passed out.


    She let out a long breath. After all this mess, Landon definitely wouldn''t let her off easy once he bounced back.


    No way she was gonna sit around and wait for doom.


    She slipped her hand into the toolbox, grabbed a scalpel, and hid it up her sleeve.


    The night dragged on without any drama.


    At dawn, Alistair finally wrapped up his exnations.


    Sean came out with a notebook and handed it to Alexander, who skimmed through the notes. Alistair had spilled a lot, but not everything.


    Sean tried to read Alexander''s face but got nothing. So he asked, "Mr. Kennedy, should we squeeze more out of him?"


    "Nah, this''ll do," Alexander said, handing the notebook back and giving Sean a look. "You really wanna cash in on this?"


    Sean quickly shook his head, took the notebook, and asked, "So, what''s next?"


    Alexander''s lips curled into a grin.


    Sean felt a shiver run down his spine for no good reason.


    Alistair hadn''t slept all night. Just as he was about to crash, Sean barged in with some guys.


    Alistair''s eyes snapped open.


    "Already hitting the sack? Have some grub first," Sean said.


    Seeing the food Sean brought, Alistair''s stomach growled. But something about the fancy meal made him think it might be hisst.


    Nervous, he asked, "If I eat this, am I a goner?"


    "Of course not. You''ve had it rough these past few days. After you eat, we''ll take you to chill out a bit. From now on, we''re partners," Sean said, sounding so sincere it was hard to doubt him. Alistair thought it over. If Alexander wanted him dead, he''d just do it. Why the song and dance?


    Figuring it out, Alistair grabbed the tray, snatched the big drumstick, and started chowing down.


    Sean stood there, grinning wider as Alistair cleaned the te.


    After wiping his mouth, Alistair said, "I''m stuffed. Can I crash now?"


    "What''s the rush? Let me take you somewhere nice," Sean said.Content provided by N?velDrama.Org.


    "Where to?" Alistair asked.


    "You''ll see," Sean said, all mysterious-like.


    Before Alistair could respond, Sean had someone haul him up and drag him outside.


    Alistair looked confused, not sure what Alexander was up to. But he was beat and alone, so he had no choice but to go along.


    They shoved him into a car, and Sean drove him out of the vige.


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