No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 604

It was Brown's voice on the line.

Right then, Ernest and I were staring at the surveillance footage, showing Yolande being cornered just outside the café by two guys, one on each side, grabbing her arms before swiftly dragging her into a car.

Brown's guys were on top of their game this time, barely giving Yolande a chance to react.

"Seems like you're really eager to see me," Ernest said coldly, his eyes not leaving the screen.

"I've been looking forward to this," Brown replied, his voice dripping with malice.

I could feel his hatred. If Ernest walked into this situation, it was definitely going to spell trouble.

"Alright, I'll come," Ernest agreed.

"Safe travels. Oh, and bring your little darling with you," Brown's words sent a shiver down my spine, making me instinctively scan our surroundings.

But the café was empty. Turning to the window, I saw a car parked across the street, its windows rolled down.

As I looked over, the person inside waved at me.

"There!" I pointed outside.

Ernest saw it too. He got up and walked outside. Brown just a street away from him.

Brown had already hung up, but not without shouting across, "Waiting for you."

He even gave me a suggestive wink.

As Brown walked away, Ernest said, "Let's go. Get in the car."

I followed him quickly to the car, thinking he was going after Brown. "You should call Jefferson for backup. Going alone is too risky."

As soon as I finished speaking, he was on his phone. "Jefferson, head over to the 818 crossroad."

He didn't answer.

I just knew in my gut, he couldn't just let Yolande suffer. She was his fiancée, after all. How could he bear to abandon her?

I fell silent, and soon we reached the spot where Ernest and Jefferson had agreed to meet. Jefferson was already there.

He immediately came over, opened the car door for me, and nodding towards Ernest, he said, "Going in alone is too risky. I've called for backup. They'll be ready to assist anytime."

Ernest just hummed in response, and then Jefferson turned to me, "Get out, come with me."

Though I was internally fuming at Ernest, I couldn't help but throw him a worried look as I got out of the car.

But I knew my worries were useless to him, so I let Jefferson close the door behind me, watching as Ernest drove off without me.

"Worried about him? Why not tell him?" Jefferson seemed to read me like an open book.