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Chapter 2269 Starving

Layla was about to fall asleep when she heard the roar of the car engine outside. She quickly got out of bed and

walked to the window to check. Upon realizing it was Gordon’s convoy, she immediately changed her clothes and

went downstairs.

The moment Sloan and the others saw Gordon return, they thought Danrique was back as well and went out to

greet them excitedly.

However, they could see only Gordon and a group of men alighted from the car. Seeing no sign of Danrique in the

vehicle, Sloan and the others promptly asked about the former’s condition. “Don’t worry. Mr. Lindberg is still alive,”

Gordon simply gave a short reply.

“This is great!” Everyone immediately heaved a sigh of relief, thinking they would still have hope as long as

Danrique was still alive.

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“Let’s talk inside.” With that, Gordon hurriedly went inside and saw Layla approaching him. After greeting her, he

went to Sloan and asked about the actual situation.

Sloan told him everything that had happened during that period of time. Layla, too, added a few things. Only then

she asked, “Why didn’t Danrique come back? Is he injured? Does he know about Francesca’s pregnancy?”

“Indeed, Mr. Lindberg is seriously injured. He was still unconscious when I left. I’ve already told Sean about Ms.

Felch’s pregnancy. He will probably inform Mr. Lindberg about it,” Gordon said in a low voice.

“So, he has been unconscious all this while. No wonder…” Realization dawned on Layla. “He would have returned

long ago if he knew such a serious matter happened.”

“They had been attacked half a month ago. Mr. Lindberg could have escaped safely, but he was worried about Sean

and the others and went back to save them. That was how he got injured.”

Gordon briefly recounted what had happened back then and said, “Now that Mr. Lindberg is seriously injured and

can’t be here with us, I’ll think of a way to rescue Ms. Felch.”

Layla immediately bobbed her head in agreement. “That’s right. We should rescue her first. When will you make a

move? I’m going with you.”

“No, you should stay at home. Don’t worry. I’ll keep you updated,” Gordon said respectfully. Then, he gathered

some documents and hastily departed with his subordinates.

Befuddled, Layla turned to Sloan and asked, “Isn’t he going to save Francesca? Why does he only bring a few

people with him?”

“Gordon said we can’t do it in a harsh way but to go through the proper procedure. I think he’s meeting the people

from the Ministry of Law,” Sloan replied, frowning.

“The whole Erihal is in the hands of the president. What’s the point of looking for people from the Ministry of Law? I

thought he was going to break in to rescue Francesca. Tell me. How much longer do we have to wait?” Layla was

anxious.

“Don’t worry, Ms. Layla. Gordon knows what he is doing. He should have discussed this with Sean. Since the two of

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them are representing Mr. Lindberg and Gordon is handling this matter personally now, he should be able to rescue

Ms. Felch,” Sloan reassured.

Although Layla said nothing further after that, the disquiet still lingered in her heart. I’m sure things aren’t that

simple. Whether Gordon is looking for the Ministry of Law, the police, or even the military department, everything

will still have to go through the president. No one dares to say a thing if the president wants to give Danrique and

Francesca a hard time. But Sloan is right. Being Danrique’s right-hand man, Gordon should be able to stabilize the

situation for the moment. Or perhaps he is preparing for Danrique’s return. Who knows? We can only be patient

and wait now.

In the prison, Francesca, feeling lightheaded from starving, lay in bed and didn’t feel like moving. When she sensed

Sam roaming in her sleeve, seemingly frustrated, she uttered weakly, “Sam, go and find yourself some food.”

Sam then came out from her sleeve and slithered along the plank bed. Soon, it returned with a tiny mouse and

placed it next to Francesca.

Francesca took a glance at it and shut her eyes again. “Thank you. You’d better keep it for yourself.”

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