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.

you are?"

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

to his consternation. And judging from how it sounded, she was in pain, or

it was waited until he was laid up in the hospital, and then kidnapped

about it, but she won't talk. She's so stubborn, huh? No wonder she's your

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

giving it to her. I guess he thought she'd give it to you. We got to her before

have to find a way to save her, ' he thought. "If you don't

"Wait!"

"What?"

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

viciously. "Too late. Her bare feet are full of broken glass now. Blood's everywhere.

Wesley clenched 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, but it went straight to voicemail. Her phone was off, or the battery was

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 guarding the door; they were apparently unarmed. Upon seeing Wesley, one of them yelled, "That's far enough! I'm going to pat

like when she had encountered the torrential flood on the South Mountain, the superhero in her heart

gestured to his buddy. His companion closed on Wesley, as the other guy

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 the

sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall, eyes shut. She had been at the hospital not long before,

and smooth feet were now covered with blood. The floor before her was littered with

her sides. They must have done something

going to explode.

the house, some of them literally

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