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Chapter 262: Its laughable how easily your system was hacked.

Looks like your equipments worth less than garbage.

Kellans face twisted with rage as he glared at the kidnapper.

Take him down.

Dont let him die so easily.

Yes, sir! Sherman nodded sharply and immediately led his team forward.

Within moments, the kidnapper was overpowered and pinned to the ground.

With the remote control device malfunctioning and the mans gun out of ammunition, the threat was finally neutralized.

Lorna had been saved, but after the surge of adrenaline wore off, she collapsed, unconscious, her small body trembling as if every ounce of strength had drained from her.

Kellan crouched down and gently scooped her into his arms, cradling her against his chest as he made his way back to the car quickly.

When he pulled open the sealed door, Allison leaned out, a triumphant grin lighting up her face as she waved her laptop in the air.

Mr.

Lloyd, I told you I wouldnt let anything happen to her.

She swung her legs out of the car, stepping forward to take Lorna from Kellans arms, carefully laying her inside.

Her expression softened as she glanced at Lornas flushed cheeks.

She spoke today, Allison murmured, her voice a mix of pride and concern.

She brushed a gentle hand across Lornas forehead, which was burning with fever, likely from the shock of everything.

Lㆀ$† Ç♄₳þŧëяŞ |η ĠałnøνεlŞ.cøm Lornas got a fever, Allison said, frowning deeply.

But before her words had fully sunk in, the kidnapper, cornered by Kellans men, made a desperate move.

Gritting his teeth, he turned and sprinted toward the ocean, throwing himself into the air in a bid to escape.

Yet, before Shermans team could react, he was flung back onto the shore with a violent splash, clutching his head and groaning in agony.

Floyd emerged from the water, shaking off the seawater as if it were nothing more than morning dew.

You guys are way too slow, he quipped casually.

Handing the dazed man over to Sherman, Floyd ambled toward Allison, propping his chin on his hand with a playful grin.

How did I do? Pretty impressive, huh? He winked at her, completely ignoring the stormy aura radiating from Kellan.

With you, its always one danger after another… But Allison had no time for banter.

She shook her head, her tone somber.

This isnt the time, Floyd.

Lornas in a bad wayshes running a high fever and shes unconscious.

The smile slid off Floyds face instantly.

He stepped forward, placing his hand gently on Lornas forehead, his brows knitting together.

Yeah, its the stress.

The emotional rollercoaster mustve been too much for her.

He looked from Kellan to Allison, noticing the worry etched into both their expressions.

A strange thought flitted through his mind: Lorna almost looked like their daughter.

But dont worry too much, Floyd continued softly.

The fact that she cried and spoke means shes starting to heal.

Thats a good sign.

He hadnt expected todays chaos to somehow help Lorna heal from her trauma, but it had come at a high cost.

Kellan had taken a bullet and was barely holding it together.

Once we get her back, Ill give her some medication to bring down the fever.

Let her rest for a few days.

Shell be fine.

In time, she might even regain her speech fully.

He then shifted his gaze to Kellan, his voice steady.

As for you, Mr.

Lloyd, that shoulder wound needs immediate treatment.

If we dont take care of it now, you risk infection.

Although Floyd was a psychiatrist, he was still a doctor.

In that moment, his medical instincts overrode any lingering tension between them.

It was then that Allison noticed Kellan had been shot.

The dark fabric of his suit jacket had masked the stain, but now, up close, she could see the deep crimson spreading across his chest.

Floyds right, she said, her voice firm but laced with concern.

You need to let him treat your wound.

Sherman and I can handle the rest here.

You need to rest.

If you collapse, whos going to look after Lorna? Kellan clenched his jaw, but after a tense moment, he nodded reluctantly.

Fine.

His gaze shifted to the kidnapper being shoved into the trunk of a nearby car.

Kellans expression darkened, taking on a cold, menacing edge.

Ms.

Clarke, dont dirty your hands with this, he said in a low, gravelly voice.

Sherman will deal with him.

Ill make sure he regrets ever crossing me.

There was a chilling finality in his words, a promise of pain that made even Sherman pause.

No one had ever pushed Kellan this far.

Whoever was behind this would pay dearly.

Floyd, observing the exchange, couldnt help but raise an eyebrow.

He had always known Kellan as a calm, calculating man, but he had never seen this bloodthirsty side of him.

It reminded Floyd of the rumors hed heard stories of how Kellan had once taken down a mafia boss and strung the mans severed head from a tree.

Floyd adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, unfazed by the revelation.

He just never expected someone like Kellan to get so close to someone like Allison, who hated trouble with all her guts.

A soft, almost harmless smile tugged at the corners of Floyds lips.

Mr.

Lloyd, while Im just a psychiatrist, I do have some skill with physical wounds, he said smoothly.

Kellan gave him a terse nod.

Thank you.

This time, the gratitude in Kellans voice was genuine.

After all, Floyd was just a doctor he had no stake in their brutal games.

And yet, hed come to help without a second thought.

No need to thank me, Floyd replied, his smile enigmatic.

Allisons the one who sent me the location.

If you want to thank anyone, thank her.

He glanced at Allison, his gaze warm yet knowing.

After all, what concerns her concerns me.

Kellan remained silent, his face unreadable.

But one thing was clear he and Floyd were not meant to get along.

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