Chapter 363: Into the Tiger’s Mouth_1


    “Madam, have you been threatened by someone?”


    At the first-floor reception desk, Cosmo asked with extreme vignce.


    Officially, her role at the Radcliffe Group was as the reception manager, responsible for logging in visitors’ information and notifying the office of reception matters.


    But in reality, guarding the entrance to the Radcliffe Group premises meant that many dangerous individuals were unable to get in.


    As for the floor where Que Radcliffe was located, unless one could enter by breaking through a window via helicopter, the majority of Shadow Warriors would not be able to infiltrate it.


    If such a Shadow Warrior really did charge in, then Cosmo would not be able to stop them.


    Que Radcliffe’s sudden hard stance today inevitably led Cosmo to suspect that she had encountered danger.


    Through their brief interactions, the two of them had be as close as sisters, although Cosmo verbally addressed her as Madam, more often they referred to each other as sisters.


    This kind of sternness was unprecedented.


    “I am sorry, I might have been a bit emotional,” Que Radcliffe said with a sigh of slight guilt, “Thepany is facing so many issues right now, and it’s all bad news wherever I turn, making my mood pretty terrible. Don’t take it to heart.”<div>


    Thinking of her Grandfather’s words and that video had brought Que Radcliffe’s mood to an all-time low.


    She just wanted to get rid of the people around her and listen to Zade Radcliffe’s words onest time.


    No matter what, he was still her grandfather.


    And her husband had gotten into an irrevocable disagreement with Zade Radcliffe due to the Radcliffe Family’s unfair treatment. Faced with this dilemma, Que Radcliffe decided to visit Zade Radcliffe secretly, leaving herself with no regrets.


    As long as she didn’t say anything, Julius Reed would not know.


    She didn’t want Julius Reed to feel obliged to apany her.


    Despite the little danger.


    If it really was as Otis Radcliffe had said, and the medical reports indicated, Zade Radcliffe might not have many days left to live.


    “It’s good that everything is fine.” Cosmo quickly typed on theputer, switching the surveince footage to Que Radcliffe’s office.


    There, she had secretly installed a mini camera to ensure Que Radcliffe’s safety.


    Working with the automatic rm system, the moment anyone forced entry, Cosmo would immediately get an alert.


    The sensitivity was so high that even a fly passing by would trigger the rm.


    Once Cosmo confirmed that Que Radcliffe was alone in her office, she took a long breath of relief, “Since that’s the case, I’ll leave a few people to stand guard here, and you don’t have to worry about Anna Harris.”


    “I don’t have anything pressing here, andter when I go back, I will arrange for you toe and pick me up. Don’t worry, I won’t step out of this office today. The main concern is about Anna—she just went through an assassination attempt, and I can’t stop worrying about her,” Que Radcliffe’s voice softened considerably, “Besides, I have security guards at my door; without my permission, no one cane up here.”


    Ever since the assassination attempt took ce, Cosmo, along with her team, hadpletely revamped the security system of the Radcliffe Group.


    Now, to get to the floor where Que Radcliffe was, one needed her personal consent; otherwise, there was no getting up.


    Regarding ess cards, they now used the strongest iris recognition locks; unless Que Radcliffe herself opened the door, no one else could pass through.


    This was merely an internal security detail. On the periphery of the Radcliffe Group, Cosmo had dispatched quite a few spies, monitoring any sneak attacks from the Shadow Warriors.


    If any suspicious individuals were spotted, they would be followed discreetly to determine if they presented any threat.<div>


    In the reports of thest few days, Cosmo hadn’t identified any dangers.


    “Check the surroundings for any potential dangers.”


    Cosmo sent a message to the staff, posing as ordinary civilians nearby.


    Soon after, the hidden scouts reported that within several kilometers, it was absolutely safe.<div>


    “Phew!”


    With another long breath of relief, Cosmo gave a few final instructions before leaving the Radcliffe Group’s main gate and heading towards the vi where Anna Harris was staying.


    Thinking of it as deep sisterly affection, Cosmo didn’t overthink it.


    Meanwhile, back in the chairman’s office, Que Radcliffe, after ensuring that Cosmo had left, quietly had Dempsey Davenport change into the same clothes as hers and had her pretend to sleep by lying on the desk. Que herself then switched into Dempsey’s clothes and snuck out through the small rear door of thepany.


    Both women were of simr height. Once outside, Que climbed directly into Dempsey’s BMW, exited the parking lot, and headed straight for the Harmony Hospital in Five-river Province.


    Cosmo’s employees mostly paid attention to those entering; they generally weren’t as vignt with people leaving.


    Plus, since the BMW owned by Dempsey was well-known to most, it did not raise any suspicion.


    At this moment in Harmony Hospital of the Five-river Province.


    Zade Radcliffe was lying on the bed next to Otis Radcliffe’s.


    Zade’s eyes were tightly closed, hisplexion pale, and he appeared grievously ill.


    He was covered in tubes with several doctors standing around him.


    “Uncle, I’m entrusting this matter to you.” Sterling Fairbanks grasped the hand of one of the doctors, smiling broadly as he spoke.


    “How’s your father doing?” The doctor gently adjusted some equipment and signaled for all the nurses in the room to leave.<div>


    “My father is doing very well. He specifically asked me to send his regards. He said when he has time, he’ll visit the capital again and will host a meal for you to fulfill the duties of hospitality.” Sterling Fairbanks squinted his eyes, his face brimming with joy.


    The doctor in front of them was called Lazaro Brandon, a former ssmate of Sterling’s father.


    Their rtionship had been good when they were young. The previous night, as soon as Sterling learned of Otis’s n, he immediately called home, and the Hall Family quickly got in touch with Lazaro Brandon, the attending doctor at Harmony Hospital, to y along with Otis’s act.


    The injected substance given to Zade was Harmony Hospital’stest experimental drug, still not avable for widespread use.


    Moreover, the drug includedponents that induced muscle rxation. After being injected, Zade’s muscles went limp, including a marked slowing of his heartbeat.


    As for whether he would wake up or beatose was no longer their concern.


    After all, even if death urred, it would be that of Otis’s grandfather, which bore no rtion to them.


    “I’m leaving.” Lazaro Brandon patted Sterling’s shoulder and turned to leave the ward.


    If it weren’t for his daughter needing money urgently for her overseas studies, he would never have gotten involved in this.


    If the hospital found out, it was the kind of act that couldnd him in prison.


    “Take care, Uncle!”


    Once Lazaro left, Sterling’s expression abruptly turned grim.


    “Where did that woman go?”<div>


    He turned to Otis, his eyes chilly.


    The incident at the bar had already spread through the capital, with many fair-weather friends calling to inquire. They imed concern, but most were seizing the opportunity to mock and revel in his misfortune.


    “I’ll make a call and ask.” Otis took out his phone, dialed Que’s number: “Sis, grandpa’s condition is critical. Where are you now?”


    Unusually, he called her ‘Sis.’


    At such a moment, Que’s fragile heart warmed, and she subconsciously let down her guard.


    “I’m about ten minutes away from the city’s west highway toll booth in Five-river Province. How is grandpa now?”


    Talking on the phone while driving on the highway was dangerous, but Que could not care less.


    All the way, she was overtaking recklessly, unusually pushing the car beyond 140 miles per hour.


    “Be safe, grandpa and I will wait for you,” Otis said.


    After hanging up, Otis looked at Sterling: “Mr. Fairbanks, she’ll be at the west highway toll booth of Five-river Province in about ten minutes.”


    “Heh heh! Julius Reed, today I’ll make you regret everything!” Sterling Fairbanks took out his phone and sent a message: “Uncle Percival, she’ll be at the city west highway toll booth in ten minutes. I’ll send you the phototer.”