The Billionaire's Mistake

MISTAKE 257

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Chapter 257: Attacked.

The next morning, Vivian rose before dawn feeling surprisingly refreshed and energized. She dressed quickly in casual leggings and an oversized knit sweater, eager to get to the hospital. Maya's life-changing surgery was finally happening today thanks to Mathew's generous

intervention.

As she descended the curved staircase into the foyer, Vivian could see Joe and two other burly bodyguards awaiting her in the shadowed vestibule, already outfitted in crisp black suits despite the early hour. "Everything all set to head out, ma'am?" Joe asked once she neared. There were dark circles under his eyes - he must have already been up half the night overseeing security arrangements.

"More than ready," Vivian replied with a firm nod, subconsciously squaring her shoulders." Let's go see my niece."

The predawn streets were blessedly clear of traffic as their sleek armored sedan cut across town toward the hospital district. Despite her frayed nerves from the previous evening's public circus, Vivian felt an uncharacteristic sense of peace wash over her the closer they drew

to their destination.

She was so preoccupied envisioning her reunion with Maya that she barely registered the warning signs. The way Joe suddenly straightened up in the front passenger seat, eyes narrowing at something in the side mirror's reflection. His jaw tightened as he issued a low- voiced command to the driver to remain on course but proceed with caution.

Vivian's brow furrowed, snapping back to full alertness as her gaze tracked the two black SUVS that were now pacing them a discreet distance back, bracketing their sedan in a clearly strategic formation. Ice water trickled down her spine as her breath hitched in her throat. "Everything okay-"

The rest of her question dissolved into a shrill scream as their sedan's rear windshield exploded inward in a hail of shattering glass and gunfire. The driver wrenched the steering wheel in wild evasive maneuvers as Vivian threw herself to the floor, hands clutched over her head to protect her face as hot brass casings pinged all around.

ears, she heard Joe bellowing furious orders into his headset as they traded deafening volleys of automatic gunfire with their mysterious armed assailants. One of the bodyguards lurched back with a grunt his shoulder blossoming red, cursing viciously

cacophony, whipping his sidearm out and

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tears of sheer terror leaking down her cheeks. This was it, she was going to die in a vicious gangland shooting like

pursuers slammed into the rear bumper at full ramming speed. The vehicle fish-tailed wildly, Joe barking frantic evasive maneuvers to the driver as they fish-tailed through an intersection and careened down a side

into busier city streets. Vivian squeezed her eyes shut, every jarring impact and burst of gunfire feeling like it

an iron grip, his face set in a mask of grim determination. "We're

physically hauled her out onto the cracked pavement, putting his own body between her and the line of hostile fire. His

the dank, shadowed enclosure, Vivian clutching at Joe's lapels simply to keep her legs underneath her. Her heart felt ready to pound straight through her

smoking from the extreme brake force. The side door slid open to

carried Vivian bodily through the opening. The armored van laid fresh rubber as soon as they were inside, Joe slamming the side door and wedging himself in front of Vivian. Not a moment too soon

as he fumbled for a fresh magazine. Vivian could only huddle against him, gulping

the van rocketed and weaved through the urban gridwork, taking hairpin corners and jumping curbs with utter disregard for anything but pure evasion. Their pursuers stubbornly gave chase, recklessly exchanging fire with Mathew's forces at

what seemed an eternity

Chapter 257. Attacked

lost the wolves, for now. Joe visibly relaxed a

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roundabout route and shake any more tails before we get you to the hospital, ma'am. You're still

sheer traumatic events began to seep in. She couldn't even begin to process who or what had sent those heavily armed mercenaries after her all she could focus on was the crushing relief of having

hands were shaking violently as she pulled her phone from her pocket, checking for any missed calls about Maya's check-in time. They had to get her to that

hat.