EuropeNovelChapter 130 The bald man's face drained of color the moment he heard the number: five million dollars.
He didn't know why, but somehow, he just knew this man would make good on his word.
God, five million! He'd never earn that much-not even if he drove trucks for the rest of his life.
Just then, several police cruisers croaring up with sirens blaring, pulling to a stop along the curb. Doors swung open in quick succession, and over a dozen officers in crisp uniforms stepped out briskly.
Leading the group was Director Lawson, the chief of the Capitolion Police Department.
For this many officers to show up, anyone would think a major incident had just occurred.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtDirector Lawson barely waited for the car to stop before hurrying over. The minute he caught sight of Victor, he bowed slightly in deference.
"Mr. Fitzgerald, I apologize for being late. As soon as we got your call, we rushed over as fast as we could." He prayed Victor wouldn't hold it against them.
Victor's expression was unreadable. "Handle things here." Without another word, he bent down, slipped an arm beneath Isadora's knees, and scooped her up in full view of everyone.
Suddenly weightless, Isadora was enveloped by the man's strong presence; his scent and warmth pressed in all around her.
Her head was still spinning and she felt too weak to protest, so she could only lean against him, exhausted.
The officers had only been told by their superiors to respond to a traffic accident. No one had expected such a minor incident-no casualties, barely any damage. And yet, here was Director Lawson treating this laid-back young man with the utmost respect.
Clearly, this man was someone important.
And clearly, he cared deeply for the woman in his arms.
Director Lawson, seasoned as he was, kept his composure.
"Yes, of course. I'll handle everything perfectly." Victor gently placed Isadora in the passenger seat, then walked around the hood and slid behind the wheel. Before he started the car, he rolled the window down, resting his arm casually on the door. His eyes were sharp as steel as he tossed out a final warning: "I'm not interested in a settlement." Then he floored the gas, and the car shot off with a roar, leaving only the smell of exhaust—and a group of stunned onlookers-in his wake.
* Victor took Isadora straight to the Fitzgerald family's private hospital.
She was whisked away to a VIP suite on arrival.
The hospital director personally arranged for a CT scan and a thorough examination.
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Victor leaned against the hallway wall, cigarette between his fingers, half-burned, smoke curled upwards, filling the corridor with its pungent scent. The director had never seen Victor bring a woman here before.
Naturally, he wasn't about to risk being careless. As soon as the tests were done, he hurried over with a report: "Miss Vaughan condition isn't serious-just a mild concussion. She might need to stay a couple of days for observation and rest." Victor nodded, his expression impossible to read as he slowly crushed out the cigarette. After a moment-once the smell of smoke had faded from his clothes-he strode into the hospital room.
Isadora was half-reclining on the bed, looking much better after taking her medication.
Her mind was finally starting to clear, the fog from the accident lifting at last. From the crash site to the O om hospital, Victor had carried her every step of the way. Remembering all those people watching them, Isadora felt her cheeks flush. No wonder the nurses and doctors had looked at her with such curious, meaningful expressions. Just then, the door opened, and a tall figure entered.
Victor's footsteps sounded heavy and deliberate across the quiet room, each one echoing in her chest.
His handsface was cool and composed, but there was something simmering behind those dark eyes. He fixed her with a steady stare.
"Are you an idiot? What were you doing, zoning out while driving?"
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