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?" Wesley

paused, and then a woman's shriek came from the other end. "You hear that? I think

in pain, or danger, or both. His hands balled into fists.

accident. Whoever it was waited until he was laid

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

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

loud. "My people saw someone giving it to her. I guess he thought she'd give

her, ' he thought. "If you don't believe me,

"Wait!"

"What?"

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 ever. "She's not my woman, but she's innocent. Just let her go. If she's hurt, then there will be nowhere on earth you can hide from me. I will find you and I will

feet are full of broken glass now. Blood's everywhere.

you?" Wesley clenched

a number and talked to the person on the other end briefly. Then he took off his hospital gown and put on his fatigues. Fortunately, his men had brought him all new togs, as his old ones were bloody and torn beyond repair. Before he left, he called Blair's phone,

blackened some of the timbers. Two men were guarding the door; they were apparently unarmed. Upon

Just like when she had

to determine if he had any weapons. When they were satisfied, the guy patting him down gestured to his buddy. His companion closed on

for real. Weakened as he was from the coma and his injuries, he was still 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

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

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

her arms were limp at her sides. They must have done something to

were red as if he were going to explode. Fighting the urge

appeared from all directions, each of them holding a weapon. Given the sorry state of the house, some of them literally came out of the woodwork. Walls with holes and missing beams gave lots of angles for

opened her eyes again; she wanted to call out his name, but