True Love Waits

Chapter 656 Wesley's Blair

While strolling to her apartment building, Blair thought about how she left Wesley alone in the hospital. She realized that it was a poor way to repay him, and he was as helpless as a kitten up a tree. The girl was considering paying him a visit when a man appeared out of nowhere.

The man wore a mask and a cap, and she couldn't see his face. She was startled for a moment, wondering if he was a bad guy.

She was about to run away when the man asked, "Are you Wesley's Blair?"

Blair was confused. "I'm Blair, and I know a Wesley. What's this about?"

Now that he had confirmed who he was talking to, the man looked around vigilantly before fishing something from his pocket and holding it out to her. "Please give this to him. It involves the lives of 128 people."

The man placed a micro-SD card in Blair's hand, and closed her fingers in a fist around it. Blair was more puzzled than afraid, and slowly opened her fingers, looking at the SD card in her hand. When she raised her head again, the man was gone.

She looked around, but only darkness met her gaze. She got goose bumps all over.

'This thing must be really important. I should probably call Wesley,' she thought, closing her fist around the SD card. She took out her phone, about to call Wesley, but her battery was dead. She had to turn around to hail a taxi; she decided to go to the hospital.

At this moment, she saw two men in masks approaching her out of the corner of her eye. Her gut instinct told her that something was not right. With that, she ran away as fast as her legs would take her. Like she thought, the two men ran after her as well.

Blair realized that they wanted the SD card. She had to find a place to hide it. There! The perfect spot!

At the hospital, Wesley had closed his eyes, deciding to surrender to sleep. Suddenly, his phone began to vibrate under his pillow.

It was a foreign number. Wesley saw no red flags, since he did get called to service from all over. He sat up in the bed and answered it.

"Wesley Li?" The person on the other end of the phone was using a voice changer, pitched extremely low, so Wesley couldn't tell if it was a man or a woman.

are?"

matters is..." The person paused, and then a woman's shriek came from

in pain, or danger, or both. His hands balled into fists. "What do you want?" he asked through gritted

he was laid up

for. We asked her about it, but she won't talk. She's so stubborn, huh? No

it. I do. Come and get it!" Wesley spat. 'She got kidnapped

person laughed out loud. "My people saw someone giving it to her. I guess he

to save her, ' he thought. "If you don't believe me, then there's no point in

"Wait!"

"What?"

a team, she dies. If you go to the authorities, she dies. If you don't come, she dies," the person threatened. Wesley's heart hurt at the thought of Blair suffering, but his voice was as calm as

late. Her bare feet are full of broken glass now. Blood's

Wesley

had brought him all new togs, as his old ones were bloody and torn beyond repair. Before he left, he called Blair's phone, but it went straight to voicemail. Her phone was off, or the battery was dead. It didn't matter which at

found himself at an old and lonely house. The place needed love, because what paint it had worn away, and rot had blackened some of the timbers. Two men were

and in her pained state saw a familiar figure at the door. Just like when she had encountered the torrential flood on the South Mountain, the superhero in her heart came to her

down gestured to his buddy. His companion closed on Wesley, as the other guy aimed a right cross at the soldier, who blocked

deadly. He charged one, and smashed him into the door frame. The thug collapsed in pain. The other gangster saw his chance, as Wesley's back was to him. But Wesley simply aimed a spinning backfist at him, and it hit the man full in the face.

having dispatched the immediate threat, looked around. He saw Blair sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall, eyes shut. She had been at the hospital not long before, safe and sound. But now, her face was deathly pale because she had

now covered with blood. The floor before her was littered with blood-stained

limp at her sides. They must have

instantly flared up, his face as red as fired brick. Even his eyes were red as if he were going to explode. Fighting

men appeared from all directions, each of them holding a weapon. Given the sorry state of the house, some of them literally came out of

call out his name, but