She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 674:

“That’s the president of Shaw Group in there,” Lawrence replied airily, though the concern in his voice betrayed him. “If he dies on my watch, both his family and Freya Briggs will rip me apart.”

More than anything, securing a deal with Kristian had taken tremendous effort. Lawrence had done his part, but now the man teetered on the edge of death.

Lawrence felt like he’d been dealt a raw hand.

Soon, a doctor emerged from behind the doors, a thin sheen of sweat on his brow.

“How is he?” Lawrence asked immediately.

“His condition is critical,” the doctor said plainly. “His body temperature won’t stabilize, and he’s lost a significant amount of blood. The bullet is lodged dangerously close to his heart. Extraction would be extremely risky.”

“So you’re saying there’s no hope?” Lawrence asked bluntly.

“Not necessarily,” the doctor hesitated. “If you can get in touch with Dr. Jacob Prescott, then there might be a way.”

“Jacob Prescott?” Lawrence stilled.

“Yes.”

A deep frown settled on Lawrence’s face. He suddenly had the sinking feeling that he had made a truly poor trade.

Everyone knew Jacob had a volatile temperament.

Lawrence was the type to lend a hand if the returns were worthwhile. But Jacob? He acted solely on whims. His ability to snatch lives from death’s grip was beyond dispute, but whether he chose to act was another matter entirely.

The real problem? Lawrence and Jacob didn’t exactly get along.

“If you can’t reach Dr. Prescott within twelve hours, even a miracle won’t save Kristian Shaw,” the doctor warned.

“Understood.” Lawrence felt the sting of regret all over again. “Just keep him stable—I’ll handle the contact.”

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With that, he stepped out, phone in hand, pacing the corridor several times before making the call.

It rang twice, then was abruptly declined.

He called again. Hung up on again.

He kept calling. On the twelfth attempt, the line finally connected, and a cold voice snapped, “Speak.”noveldrama

“I need you to save someone,” Lawrence said flatly, though his tone softened. “Name your price.”

“Not interested.” The call cut off like a slap.

Lawrence exhaled slowly, gazing down at the number for a few moments before calling yet again.

Had he been cursed to owe Kristian some karmic debt? This deal had been more costly than he’d imagined.

No matter how many times he tried, Jacob refused to pick up. At some point, Lawrence started to wonder why the man hadn’t simply blocked his number already.

After more than a dozen ignored calls, Lawrence started firing off messages—but none received a reply. Half an hour later, he was close to despair.

Without Jacob, Kristian was as good as gone.

Just then, a new email notification lit up on his phone.

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