Chapter 317
“Buckle up.” Zion swiftly drove the car, and Maeve re–fastened her seatbelt.
In the dead of night, Zion’s car sped toward Scott Manor, disregarding every red light along the way.
Upon her return, Maeve found Scott Manor in disarray. Zayla and a few bruised bodyguards had gathered in the living room. They stood up as Maeve entered.
“Ms. Scott!” As she approached Marve, Zayla said, “Only Mr. James is missing. Mr. Boks has left Ms. Sharon in the basement.”
“Where’s Sharon?”
“Still down there.”
“I’ll go and take a look.” Maeve hurried to the basement to assess the situation. Zon walked ahead of her, fearing that Sharon would do something to harm Marve
As Maeve opened the basement door, Sharon charged toward her. But before she could reach Maeve, Zion kicked her back
“Please, I’m begging you! Please! Let my son go!” Sharon was terrified. The darkness of the basement had already begun to unravel her sanity after being left alone for less than half an hour.
“What did Sergio do after taking James away? Did he leave any messages?”
Sharon shook her head frantically. “Nothing! He took James and left without a word
“Ms. Scott, Ilonow that it’s my fault. It’s all my Lault. This has nothing to do with James! So, please, let James go.”
Maeve frowned slightly at the lack of useful information. She said to Zayla, “Let’s go ”
“Yes, Ms. Scott,”
“Ms. Scott! Let me out! Save James! I’m begging you! Please save my son!” Sharon’s desperate voice faded as the basement door closed.
Exiting the basement, Maeve felt a pounding headache setting in. “Find out immediately where Sergio has taken James. I want answers within an hour”
“I’ve already sent san
someone to look into it, but it might be challenging to locate him.”
After all these years, Sergio’s name now carried considerable weight in Seathbum. The Brooks family’s influence ran deep, and their methods were not always above board, given their long–standing status.
Perhaps this time, James had stirred up too much trouble, so Sergio had decided to take revenge on him.
However, despite intending to teach James a lesson, Maeve had no desire to endanger his life. After all, James was Philip’s only child. “Marve?” Zion’s voice seemed distant yet clos
Maeve looked up, but Zion’s figure appeared blurry. She shook her head, trying to clear her mind, but her vision remained toggy as she collapsed backward.
“Manve!” Zion cought her, feeling her forehead. Maeve’s face was flushed, and her breathing was uneven.
“She’s running a fever.” Zion frowned. Then, he carried Maeve and instructed Zayla, “Get the doctor here within 20 minutes.“
“Alright. I’ll get on it right away!”
Zayla hurried off to call the doctor. Zion gazed at Marve, who was cradled in his arms. She felt as light as a feather against him.
Zion gently
scooped Maeve into his arms and headed upstairs to Marve’s room. He then laid her gently on the bed.
The room was dimly lit
Zion reached out to feel Maeve’s forehead and frowned.
Chatside the door, Zayla said, “Mr. Spencer, the doctor is on the way
“Bring some cold water in here.”