Chapter 525 Blood All Over Victor’s Face
It had rained for three consecutive days, but at dusk, the downpour finally calmed down a bit and then completely stopped. Westley and Gabrielle decided to go back to the villa tonight.
Westley went to check out while Gabrielle made her way to the ladies’ room down the hall to wash her hands.
As soon as she walked out, somebody grabbed her and pulled her into a dark, unseen corner. She did not recognize the person right away. All she saw was a figure clad in all black. The smell of wet rust made her head swim, and she figured out moments later that whoever was in front of her was bleeding.
Gabrielle felt her heart start to race. When she looked at the person who grabbed her, she saw Victor’s bloodied face. Her stomach flipped in horror.
“Mr… Mr. Sanderson? What happened to you?”
“Please help me, Miss Jones. Someone is hunting me,” Victor grunted.
Someone was hunting him?
It seemed to be true, and it would have frightened Gabrielle out of her wits had she not stayed in the forest for a period of time. That ordeal taught her how to be less afraid in these kinds of situations.
“Who’s hunting you? Where are your bodyguards?” Gabrielle asked curiously. “Bad guys,” Victor replied, ignoring the second question. “I’ll call the police for you, and then I’ll take you to the hospital. I…”
“No! They’re out there! You have to hide me! They’re coming!” Victor refused in a fit of panic.
The sound of hurried footsteps interrupted Gabrielle. Victor was right. The people who wanted to kill him were right on his heels.
“Let’s go to the ladies’ room.” Without waiting for Victor’s response, Gabrielle dragged him to the ladies’ room and shut the door. She shoved him into one of the cubicles and told him to stand on the toilet bowl and then crouch so that his feet could not be seen from the outside.
Gabrielle stood there and pressed her ear against the cubicle door. She had never huddled with a man in a public restroom cubicle before, and if Westley found out about it, he would be furious.
But she had no choice. If the people hunting Victor caught her with their target, she would surely end up as collateral damage.
There were certain things that Gabrielle was willing to die for, but Victor was not one of them. So if she was going to help him, she would make sure that they would completely escape the bad guys in one piece. Victor, who was crouching on the toilet bowl, suddenly burst into laughter. “What are you laughing at?” Gabrielle whipped her head to him and snapped. Was he trying to get them caught?
Was he insane?
“I’m just very happy…”
“What is there to be happy about? People are out to kill you and possibly me if they find me with you.” Gabrielle heard the footsteps again. They were right outside the ladies’ room. Once they came in and found them hiding inside, it would be all over.
“I’m not afraid anymore. At least I won’t die alone. You’ll be with me as they send me to hell.” Victor’s face twisted in pain.
“Did they hit you hard enough on the head to say outrageous things like that? Why should I help you now, huh? Since you’re so eager to die in the hands of your pursuer, then I’m out. I’m not going to die here with you.” Gabrielle did not want to stay with Victor any longer.
“My head hurts, Miss Jones. I’m in so much pain.”
“Stop talking, or they will… They’re coming.” Gabrielle felt her heart leap to her throat as the footsteps approached. But the man behind her was not nervous at all. He even had a ridiculous smile on his face despite the pain he was obviously trying to tolerate.
He had really gone crazy. “Gabrielle! Gabrielle, where are you?” When Gabrielle heard Westley’s voice, she heaved a big sigh of relief.
“Westley, I’m here.” Gabrielle began unlatching the door lock.
But then Victor grabbed her by the hand. She looked back at him and found that his face was bloodier now. It was terrible
“Wait a minute, Mr. Sanderson. My husband’s calling me. He can help you and keep us safe.” Gabrielle pulled her hand out of Victor’s.
Westley was her husband?
This new piece of information made Victor feel even worse.
He had thought that Westley was, at the most, Gabrielle’s boyfriend or sugar daddy and that this time, Westley was just on vacation with his mistress.
Victor did not mind robbing Westley of his lover. After all, he really liked Gabrielle. “We don’t need him,” Victor groaned. He would rather be killed than ask his rival in love for help
“Mr. Sanderson, you… No! Stay awake! Stay with me!” Gabrielle started screaming when she saw Victor’s eyelids slowly grow heavy. She was afraid that he had lost a lot of blood and that was why he was starting to lose consciousness.
“Westley, come in here!” Gabrielle ran outside, grabbed Westley, and dragged him into the ladies’ room.
Westley’s face darkened when he saw Victor sitting like a bloodied rag doll on the toilet bowl in one of the cubicles.
“What’s going on in here, Gabrielle? Are you okay? Are you hurt?” Westley looked at Gabrielle and checked her for cuts and bruises.
“I’m fine. I ran into Mr. Sanderson when I was leaving the restroom earlier. I found him injured and bleeding. He told me that someone was trying to kill him. I think he’s lost a lot of blood. Can you help him?” Gabrielle anxiously told Westley, darting her eyes to the door from time to time.
“Mr. Sanderson? Do you know him?” Westley was quite surprised because he really did not expect that Gabrielle would know Victor.
The two of them only walked past each other that one time when Westley took Gabrielle to the restaurant to get some breakfast. Gabrielle and Victor did not have any other interaction at that time. Why was Gabrielle addressing Victor like she had known him for some time?
“I bumped into him at the temple before. He’s in grave danger now. Can you…”
“Do you really want me to save him?” Although Westley understood that Victor’s life was hanging in the balance, he wanted to make sure first that if he did help him, he would not paint a target on his back and on Gabrielle’s in the process.
Westley was sure that Victor’s predicament now stemmed from the strife in Victor’s own family. He was probably being hunted by his own flesh and blood. If Westley helped him now, then Westley would get involved in the war the Sanderson family was waging among themselves. That was the last thing that Westley wanted.
Moreover, he did not want Gabrielle to get dragged into the mess, either.
“Of course I do. We can’t just stand here and watch him die, can we? We have to help him,” Gabrielle replied. @
“All right, fine.” Westley finally caved. He fished his phone out of his pocket and called one of the Campbell Family’s men who had helped him before with the investigation. He asked the man to send someone to deal with the situation as soon as possible.
After hanging up, Westley quickly checked Victor and made sure that he would make it in time for help to arrive.
“Are you and this guy close?” Westley asked as he held Gabrielle in his arms.
“No, not really. I just know his surname is Sanderson. Do you know him?” Gabrielle looked at Westley uneasily.
“Yes, and we don’t have a good relationship. Are you really okay?” Westley kissed her on the forehead.
Gabrielle nodded. “I was just a little startled when I saw his face earlier. I’ve never
seen anyone in that kind of state.”
“Well, it’s all right now. I’m here.” Westley held her tightly. “I know. Thank you. I feel much, much better now.” Leaning against Westley’s chest, Gabrielle was glad that she could breathe easily again. As long as Westley was there, there was no reason for her to be scared.
Soon, the Campbell Family’s men arrived and took care of everything.
“We’ll take it from here, Mr. Morris. I assigned some people to escort you back to the villa,” the person in charge told Westley.
“Okay. Don’t let him die, but I won’t mind him suffering a little.” Westley put his hand on the small of Gabrielle’s back and ushered her out.