Chapter 65 It’s Her
Chapter 65 It’s Her
Finn’s lips pressed into a thin line, displeasure flickering across his face.
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“Recovering from serious injury takes months–let alone a car crash. If your boss is talking about postponing the meeting for three months, then I’m afraid Mr. Lock will not be attending.”
Zane stepped forward with a stern expression and finished the statement for him.
The secretary from Holden Group panicked, quickly waving his hands. “No, no! Mr. Holden said–three days! Even if he has toe in a wheelchair, he’ll be there in three days, as promised! He feels awful for bailing out this time. As long as he’s breathing, he’ll show up to apologize in person. Please, Mr. Lock, give us one more chance to continue this partnership.”
He kept his head bowed low, afraid of hearing the rejection that might crush all their hopes.
After all, Brody Holden had poured his heart and soul into getting this meeting with Lock Group–an opportunity that rarely came by.
But fate had other ns.
“Three days,” Zane repeated after ncing at Finn for a signal.
Holding up three fingers, his voice firm and final, he said, “If he doesn’t show in three days, the deal is off.”
“Yes, absolutely!” The secretary’s face lit up with relief.
Finn stood slowly, his tall frame.ening as his assistant and bodyguards nked him on either side..
Just as they reached the doorway, the
group came to a sudden halt.
Finn froze, his gaze fixed on a small item lying on the empty ground just outside the entrance
A medicine bottley on the ground.
Somethingpelled him to pause.
He stepped forward, his polished shoes glinting under the lights, and reached down to pick it up.
A bottle of children’s anti–diarrheal medicine.
And immediately, the image of a woman flitting nervously through the crowd came rushing back to him.
That strange sense of familiarity gripped him again.
Finn’s hand clenched around the bottle.
“Zane, he said in a low,manding voice, “find out who dropped this.”
Zane blinked, confused for a moment by the request.
A medicine bottle<i>? </i><i>Why </i>is Mr. Lock making such a big deal <i>about </i><i>it</i><i>? </i>
“If I’m right, Finn added, it belongs to a young mother carrying a child.”
At thai, realization dawned. Zane instantly recalled a delicate face from his memory–if this was about her, it had to be
serious
He sprang into action, ordering his team to search the area for anyone who marched the description and to request street surveince footage from the municipal office.
Soon, a video was emailed to his tablet
Zane yed the footage and confirmed it–Mrs. Lock was the one who dropped the bottle.
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“Mr. Lock,” he said, handing over the tablet.
Finn gave it a nce. His eyes locked onto Tess’s anxious face in the frame.
It really was her. She was avoiding him.
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His eyes drifted to the bundled–up infant in her arms. The lighting wasn’t great, but he could just make out the child’s scrunched little brow.
The footage cut off there, showing only Tess’s retreating figure.
Finn looked up from the screen. “Find out which hotel she’s staying at.”
He’d frozen her credit cards, and he knew she’d left Charles’s ce. She was likely surviving on whatever cash she had left- probably in a hotel somewhere.
Rubbing his temples, Finn felt an unshakable wave of frustration building inside.
That child must be sick.
She was dragging a sick baby around the city alone. How could she think that was okay?
Zane recalled the tiny pained expression on the baby’s face in the video, understood the urgency, he didn’t waste a second.
Just as he was about to give further orders, a figure stumbled into view beneath the streetlight.
Tess. Her face was pale.
The medicine she’d shoved into her coat pocket earlier was now missing–most likely lost in the rush of people when they exited.
She had already returned to the hotel with La but had braved the cold toe back for the missing bottle.
The sight of her instantly eased the wild rhythm in Finn’s chest.
Tess’s entire focus was on finding the medicine as quickly as possible for La. She held her phone’s shlight low and scanned the sidewalk inch by inch.
“Is this what you’re looking for?” a voice asked.
A hand appeared in her vision–holding the exact bottle she’d been searching for.
“Yes” Tess’s eyes lit up as she snatched the bottle, looking up with gratitude. “Thank y—”<fn2> Readplete version only at find~novel</fn2>
Her words froze in her throat.
Finn?
The man raised an eyebrow ever so slightly, deliberately ignoring the surprise on her face.
“Well? Aren’t you going to give it to her?” he asked, his voice low and rough, as the cool night breeze carried his words down
the silent street.
Tess snapped out of it, quickly backing away from him.
Her brow furrowed, every movement radiating resistance toward the man in front of her.
Finn reached out instinctively to help but hesitated, then slowly curled hack his hand like nothing had happened.
Time was slipping away. Tess was frantic. She didn’t even try to return to the hotel–just clutched La in one arm and clumsily fumbled with the boule cap using the other.
But her hands were sweaty from her anxiousness; La’s tighty shut eyes only made her more desperate. She twisted the cap several times without suerCSS.
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Finn moved forward, the faint scent of his cologne drifting past her. Gently but firmly, he reached over and took the bottle out of her shaking hands.