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?"

who I am. What matters is..." The person paused, and then a woman's shriek came from the other end. "You hear that?

in pain, or danger,

was waited until he was laid up in the hospital,

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

it!" Wesley spat. 'She got kidnapped

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

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

"Wait!"

"What?"

come, she dies," the person threatened. Wesley's heart hurt at the thought of Blair suffering, but his voice

laughed viciously. "Too late. Her bare feet are full of broken

you?" Wesley

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 dead. It didn't matter

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

pained state saw a familiar figure at the door. Just like when she had

the guy patting him down gestured to his buddy. His companion closed on Wesley, as the

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

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

now covered with blood. The floor before

worse, her arms were limp at her sides. They

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

of them holding a weapon. Given the sorry state of the house, some of them literally came out of the woodwork.

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