Chapter 91
Vivian Sinclair suppressed her anger, glanced at Dr. Archer on the ground, and coldly looked at the hand gripping Jasmine’s arm.
“Let go p>
The other party immediately released his hands, letting go for real.
Only after a moment did he realize he had been intimidated by a woman whose face he hadn’t even seen.
Vivian raised her eyes to the short-haired woman: “I’ll go with you, but you must release my people first p>
“Otherwise, if anything happens to me with you, I doubt you can afford the responsibility p>
“I am, after all, the Young Madam of the Grant Family and the adopted daughter of the Sinclair Family p>
“With so many eyes watching, if I’m not safe under Mr. Drexler’s watch, Phoenixia won’t escape unscathed either p>
Although the titles of Young Madam Grant and adopted daughter of the Sinclairs didn’t carry much weight, and everyone in Ardis knew Vivian Sinclair was abandoned by the Sinclair Family and had no status in the Grant Family.
But now she could only hold onto these titles to feign power.
After speaking, Vivian looked at Jasmine.
She leaned in to whisper to Jasmine: “Don’t be afraid, I won’t let anything happen p>
“First, take Dr. Archer and your father away, send him to the hospital, you must hurry, don’t delay p>
Saying this, Vivian gave Jasmine a meaningful look.
However, she felt uncertain inside.
The agreed time had long passed.
Logically, her backup plan should have appeared already, but there was still no movement.
Could it be that no one dared to challenge Phoenixia after all?
The short-haired woman seemed to lose patience: “Young Madam Grant, what’s the delay p>
“Hurry up and go p>
“Once you leave, we’ll naturally let them go p>
Tears streaming down, Jasmine shook her head continuously, tightly gripping Vivian and refusing to let go, worry and reluctance written all over her face: “No, Vivian, no, you can’t go p>
Two bodyguards also looked at Vivian: “Boss, we p>
Vivian pushed Jasmine’s hand away and, without looking at anyone else, resolutely followed the short-haired woman, surrounded by a group of men in black, walking back toward the lavish interior of the club.
But she walked very slowly.
She seemed even more like she was stalling for time than the short-haired woman.
Soon, the short-haired woman noticed her odd behavior.
“What are you doing p>
Vivian ignored her, continuing to take small, slow steps.
Time, hurry, faster!
But before she had stepped into the lobby, she heard Jasmine’s shout from behind: “Get out of the way p>
“I know, you just want to let my father die p>
“You deceitful traitors p>
Vivian’s sharp gaze suddenly shot toward the short-haired woman: “I didn’t think you’d be even more shameless than I expected p>
The short-haired woman’s face also showed a trace of viciousness: “You p>
Just then, sirens blared on the road outside the Phoenixia Club.
Vivian finally broke into a smile: “They’re here p>
However, before the police cars arrived, over a dozen black sedans suddenly rushed into Phoenixia’s garden.
They dominated the small square and garden outside Phoenixia, and the crowd that had been watching the spectacle was frightened and dispersed.
No one dared to linger.
The short-haired woman realized something was wrong and immediately instructed her subordinates: “Go check who they are p>
But before Phoenixia’s people could step down the stairs, the passengers from those black sedans swiftly emerged all at once.
Each person was tall and fierce, wearing night vision goggles.
All were dressed in matching black suits, hair slicked back meticulously.
They wore black earpieces, each like a precisely replicated mannequin model from a storefront, moving with trained precision, exuding a sharp, eagle-like vigilance yet without ostentation.
Compared to Phoenixia’s guards, who looked anxious and glanced around, the newly arrived group clearly displayed superior quality.
These unexpectedly appeared men in black were like special forces, instantly suppressing Phoenixia’s entire grounds with their aura.
Seeing this, the short-haired woman’s face changed drastically in an instant.
She immediately notified her superiors through the earpiece.
At that moment, an overbearing, unconventional off-road vehicle slowly drove into everyone’s view from the back.
Upon seeing this vehicle, everyone’s expression on-site turned to shock and surprise.
The vehicle’s entire body had rough lines and sharp angles, with triangular headlights paired with fang-like fog lights, as intimidating and unique as an armored car, an SUV giant, compelling visual impact.
Its presence immediately seized everyone’s attention.
This vehicle was the only King Kamal in Ardis and even all of Aurehua.
Globally limited to just ten, anyone in Ardis who knows a bit about the world would understand what its appearance signifies!
It signifies the man who holds the economic lifeline of Ardis, perched atop the pyramid, capable of swaying the city’s stock market with ease, already within the top ten on the global wealth list—
The pivotal leader of The Thorne Group, holding power since youth, Julian Thorne!
But why would he appear here?
And with such an imposing presence!
Who is he here for tonight?
Could it be… her?
The short-haired woman suddenly turned to look at Vivian Sinclair, who was sitting beside her, face covered and wearing a hat.
No, she must be overthinking it.
Even though this woman has some background, she is merely the daughter-in-law of The Grant Family, and it’s said she doesn’t receive much attention there.
Moreover, this woman is an abandoned adoptive daughter of The Sinclair Family, just a fake heiress—how could she possibly attract this person to visit their Phoenixia Entertainment?
So, everything must just be a coincidence.
Furthermore, Mr. Drexler’s business has never clashed with that of The Thornes, and in fact, to her memory, Mr. Drexler has never even gotten on the radar of this big shot, so he’s unlikely to have offended him.
After all, who in the entire city of Ardis doesn’t go out of their way to accommodate this young tycoon who controls billions in assets?
Maybe this big shot is just here at Phoenixia to relax tonight?
As for the sirens outside right now, they weren’t worried.
No one would dare to easily offend Phoenixia in the city of Ardis.
Even if there are police nearby, so what? Would they dare come in?
While the short-haired woman was pondering all this, the car owned by King Kamal was slowly pulling to a stop.
Soon after, the passenger door was opened.
Leo Linden, who represents the highest spokesperson by the president of The Thorne Group, stepped out of the car and walked straight towards the short-haired woman.
“Hello, I am Special Assistant to the Chairman and President of The Thorne Group, Leo Linden p>
Leo Linden was handsome. As Julian Thorne’s special assistant, his status within The Thorne Group was exceedingly high.
Thus, the short-haired woman didn’t dare to slack off, nodding and bowing as she extended both hands: “Mr. Linden, I’ve been hearing about you, I’m Anna p>
“I wonder what brought you here p>
“Could it be the person in the car p>
King Kamal’s car had been deployed; could it be that the person of significance isn’t here at all?
While Anna was filled with doubt, a middle-aged man with slicked-back hair and a presentable appearance hurried out from the lobby.
This person was the owner of The Sovereign Club and the boss of the entire South Ardis nightlife.
Known as Mr. Drexler, Dylan Drexler.
Upon seeing Leo Linden, he squeezed out a smile filled with flattery and approached: “Oh wow, it’s Special Assistant Linden! Your visit to our Royal Entertainment tonight has certainly graced us p>
“Special Assistant Linden, has President Thorne come p>
“Since he’s here, tonight Julian Thorne is extending me a courtesy, I’ll personally ensure everything is arranged impeccably for you, offering you the highest standards at Phoenixia without neglecting President Thorne p>
Leo Linden raised his hand, interrupting Dylan Drexler’s enthusiasm: “It’s not necessary p>
“Master Julian is indeed in the car p>
“However, today we just happened to pass by your Phoenixia, and decided to stop in to ask Mr. Drexler a favor p>
Dylan Drexler looked stunned, “Ask, ask me for someone p>
“What’s going on p>
“How could Phoenixia have someone President Thorne needs p>
“But no matter who it is, feel free to mention it, and even if we don’t have it, we’ll surely deliver it to you p>
“Should I go and say hello to President Thorne p>
“There might be some misunderstanding here p>
Leo Linden then slowly turned his head, finally looking at Vivian Sinclair, who had been standing silently to the side, and smiled: “Miss Sinclair p>
“You really had us searching p>
“If your phone wasn’t unreachable, we wouldn’t be seeking Mr. Drexler here for you p>
“You… haven’t encountered any trouble, have you p>
As Leo Linden spoke, he glanced at the Phoenixia bodyguards surrounding Vivian Sinclair.
Anna’s face stiffened, filled with disbelief.
Could it really be for this woman!
Not only was Anna incredulous, but Mr. Drexler also felt a wave of panic.
Why would Julian Thorne be supporting this woman?
Such a thing was beyond his expectations!
Dylan Drexler’s face oscillated between blue and white; today this woman Vivian Sinclair had come demanding someone on his turf, and even got that difficult Ethan to back her up.
This incident had already put him in a tight spot, a breath of anger stuck within him.
So, he’d decided to teach this Vivian Sinclair a lesson tonight, just as the person had wanted this pesky girl removed—as a favor—and now unexpectedly Julian Thorne appeared!
Though Julian Thorne was young, Drexler lacked the confidence to oppose him.
After all, the methods he used years ago to deal with opponents are still recounted, making anyone considering challenging him in the city of Ardis reconsider.
In short, no one in Ardis doesn’t feel apprehensive about him.
Just then, Vivian Sinclair spoke up: “Trouble… there is a bit p>
“I had originally planned to leave with my people, but Mr. Drexler’s team was enthusiastic, repeatedly inviting me, which indeed left me a bit troubled p>
Vivian Sinclair didn’t spell things out completely, but it was enough to make Drexler’s surname tremble with fear.
What’s the relationship between this low-status girl and Julian Thorne?
Could it be something unspeakable p>
But that’s impossible.
The true identity of this Vivian Sinclair is unremarkable—a nameless orphan of unknown origin, even relying on The Sinclair Family and The Grant Family doesn’t give her favor.
Could she be Julian Thorne’s secret lover?