?Chapter 415:


    Cole was in the middle of a meeting when his phone buzzed with a message from Jason.


    Mild shock registered on Cole’s face upon reading it. Jason was undeniably a master of deadly skill—so skilled that even the world’s most elite assassins struggled to harm him. But now, hearing that Jason was seriously injured, he instantly understood how dire the situation was.


    A follow-up text from Jason arrived. “I was hurt while operating as Sombra. I cannot risk going to a hospital.”


    Few were privy to Jason’s true identity as Sombra of the Moonveil, even within the Evans family. But as the family’s head, Cole was among the select few who knew the truth.


    Cole typed back. “Head to Regal Grove. I’ll meet you there shortly.”


    After sending his reply, Cole swiftly ended the meeting and summoned Charlie Hoffman, the Evans family’s trusted private physician, instructing him to prepare for immediate treatment at Regal Grove. Apanied by Myles, Aron, and Hugh, Cole hurried to Regal Grove. Upon arrival, they found Jason sprawled weakly on the living room sofa, blood staining his lips as he coughed repeatedly.


    Once exuding vitality and maism, Jason now appeared fragile—his strength nearly drained, as if he might shatter at any moment. Cole’s gaze hardened with concern. “What happened?”


    Too overwhelmed by pain to respond, Jason remained silent while his assistant, Lanny Watts, quickly briefed Cole on what had happened.


    As Cole absorbed the details, a deep frown crept across his brow. He was well aware that the founders of the Star Society and Moonveil were sworn enemies, their rivalry steeped in decades of distrust and hostility. But he hadn’t anticipated Lexi’s audacity to inflict such grievous harm on Jason. Still, there was no time to ponder the implications—the immediate priority was to treat Jason’s wounds.


    “Where is Charlie? Why hasn’t he arrived yet?” Cole demanded.


    As if on cue, hurried footsteps echoed down the hallway.


    g???????ν??????.??0?? – Next part


    A middle-aged man in a white coat rushed in, carrying a medical bag.


    “Mr. Evans! I came as fast as I could.”


    Cole said, “Charlie, Jason’s condition is critical. Examine him now.”


    “Right away,” Charlie responded, his expression grave as he took in Jason’s pallor. He wasted no time beginning a thorough examination. After a few tense minutes, Charlie looked up, face tight. “He has three fractured ribs and internal bleeding. It’s severe. He needs surgery—immediately. We have to get him to a hospital.”


    “No,” Jason groaned, trying to sit up. “I can’t go to a hospital.”


    Cole’s eyes flicked between Jason and Charlie, his own worry deepening. “There has to be another way.”


    Charlie shook his head, resignation etched across his face. “I’m afraid this is beyond my ability. Without major surgery, Mr. Evans could bleed out. He needs a hospital, or he won’t survive.”


    Just then, Elliana burst into the living room, her signature disguise—her wild wig and tattooed face—impossible to miss. “Coley, I’m back!” she eximed with a lively grin.


    Suddenly, Elliana froze, her eyes locking onto Jason. “Oh no, what happened to him?” she asked, her voice tinged with mock concern.


    .


    .


    .