Love beyond the mask (Whitney) novel Chapter 994

"You..." The assistant gaped for a second, his throat tightening as he instinctively turned to look at the stunning face of the CEO, exclaiming in surprise, "Miss. Tennyson!"

In that moment, Parisa's usually calm and cold gaze fiercely froze.

She had obviously seen it too—the girl who had looked up, revealing a set of features startlingly similar to her own!

Who was she? A girl whose face clashed with her own.

An unusual feeling rushed through Parisa, her cool gaze about to take a closer look when, amidst the chaos, three thugs suddenly charged towards the girl!

The leader, brandishing a small pistol, his face twisted into a ferocious snarl as if intent on shooting the girl in the head.

The girl's stomach was visibly swollen, blood streaming beneath her skirt. Was she pregnant?

Parisa's brows furrowed in a cold twist. Despite her usually indifferent emotions, for some reason, her heart skipped a beat. Acting faster than thought, she kicked towards the thug.

The assistant realized the CEO had intervened and was startled. Dropping the girl he was about to help up, his gaze turned icy as he immediately stepped in front of Parisa to shield her, "You're of high value, Miss. Tennyson, please step back!"

With a whistle, a row of security guards surged out from Inko.

"Protect Miss. Tennyson!" the assistant shouted.

Seeing a wave of people rushing towards them, the leader kicked the fallen girl in the head, spitting viciously, "Someone's paying us to not let you go!"

They ran off immediately!

"Miss. Tennyson, are you alright?" the assistant turned, seeing Parisa holding her arm, his expression changing, "Are you hurt?"

Parisa loosened her pale hand, blood flowing from a somewhat deep wound on her arm.

"You need to go to the hospital. Security, get the car ready!" the assistant ordered the surrounding security.

Without a word, Parisa glanced at the unconscious girl on the ground and as she turned to get into the car, she lightly lifted her chin, "She might lose the baby, take her to the hospital too."

The assistant frowned, considering the girl's suspicious arrival had dragged the CEO into a personal vendetta.

But what was more astonishing was the girl's familiar face.

Perhaps the CEO had other thoughts...

Following orders, the assistant checked the girl's breathing and instructed the security, "Pick her up!"

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Leading a convoy of three Lincolns to Berlidon Sanctum Mary Medical.

An hour later, in the VIP ward, a bearded Germinian specialist finished examining Parisa, cleaned her wound, and handed over an MRI script, "Miss. Tennyson, your assistant mentioned your migraines are acting up again. At this time of year, you need to take sedatives to avoid the torment of cluttered memories in your brain.

Given the car accident, you should have a brain check to rule out concussion."

"I don't have a concussion." The woman's voice was detached, lightly floating.

Just then, the assistant finished the hospital admission process and walked in. She gestured for him to take the MRI script, her expression slightly weary, "If there's nothing else, Doctor, you may go."

The doctor, showing great respect for the female CEO who donates generously to the hospital each year, led the nurses out of the ward.

The room quieted down, the assistant adjusting the IV drip speed, preparing the water and medicine neatly. Suddenly, he remembered something.

"That girl..." he began, hinting with a look towards Parisa, "Did you notice anything odd about her appearance, Miss. Tennyson?"

"Erik, what are you trying to say?"

"She resembles you by a good sixty percent, especially around the brows and lips," the assistant gestured, meaning unclear, "Maybe, could she be your..."

"My child?" Parisa's tone was bland, but a sharpness flashed in her eyes, a slight tug at her lips, "Such a coincidence that she crashes into me? I don't believe in coincidences or surprises, they're mostly deliberate 'accidents,' right?"

"Nurse, have you seen that pregnant girl who was injured?"

The blonde, blue-eyed nurse replied, "Yes! She was just rescued, her baby's position unstable, the doctor said she could go into premature labor at any time! But for some reason, she left in a hurry, that way!"

"Hmm?" It was unexpected.

Erik hurried after her.

Soon at the stairwell, he found the woman, weakly leaning against the wall.

"Miss, stop right there!" His brow furrowed as he chased after her.

Florence caught sight of the man approaching from the corner of her eye. She gave a slight smirk, then pretended to collapse against the wall.

"Ah! Are you alright? Your baby's been hurt badly, why are you running?" Erik appeared concerned as he rushed over to support the woman.

Florence, feigning near-death, looked up at him, pretending to be startled. She offered a timid, bitter smile, "Sir, thanks to your kindness, I managed to escape those who were after me with my life."

"Looks like I might have accidentally hurt that lady? Is she a relative of yours?

I'm really sorry about that. I left all my savings on the nightstand, did you see it?

I'm kind of scared you're going to hold it against me! So, I was thinking about checking out of here...

You see, I've come a long way to Germinia, left everything behind in search of my mom. Can't afford to waste too much time.

Mister, please let me go.

Once I find my mom, I'll make sure to pay you back the rest of what I owe!"

Her words trailed off, but Erik just stared at her, his expression unreadable. "You're here looking for your mother?"