Chapter 400 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

However, it was too late.

When the chauffeur managed to kick off the goons in front of him and turn, the lanky man’s machete was already descending upon him.

All the chauffeur could do was step to the side, but it hit him on the shoulder, and blood splattered out of the cut.

It was a scene of gore, but the chauffeur still managed to fend them off.

Seeing that it was a stalemate, the lanky man barked, “Let’s go!”

They were here to kidnap someone, not to fight.

Moreover, they had already wasted too much time, and they would not be getting away once Abigail’s help arrived.

They could still get away while the chauffeur was still hurt.

“Come! Get in!”

James had yet to arrive as the goons all returned to the MPV.

What could they do?!

Erin was still pregnant, and if anything happened to her, Abigail would not be able to face James!

Throwing caution to the wind, she grabbed one of them and cried, “I’m Abigail! Take me if you want, let her go!” “Ma’am…” The chauffeur made his way toward them, and the goon immediately pried Abigail’s hand off to get in the MPV the instant he saw the chauffeur.

“You have the wrong person!”

Abigail kept trying to run at them, but the chauffeur stopped her. “It’s too dangerous, ma’am! You can’t!’

Erin was struggling in the MPV. “Let me go! Let me go!”

Not seeing Erin anywhere, James asked urgently, “Where is she?!”

Abigail was helping the chauffeur and her face was pale despite taking a moment to compose herself. “They took her. You have to find them! Quick!”

James whipped out his phone, asking, “What car was it? Do you remember the plate number?” “It’s a black MPV, but it doesn’t have plates, and there are cameras.”

She pointed nearby at one.

That being said, the car looked brand-new. They must have planned to use it for the crime from the start.

“I’ve called the cops. They might be able to help by tapping in the cameras to locate the MPV. It’d make things faster.”

Veins were bulging over the back of James’s hand as he clenched on his phone. “Yeah.”

‘I’m sorry,” Abigail said.

“She was taken because of me.” “No. You didn’t ask for this,” James replied.

His call got through then, and while he spoke into it, Abigail helped her chauffeur to Hotmesh Research, since he was bleeding from several lacerations and Hotmesh was the closest.

Finn Crowe was leaving work when he saw Abigail.

He was about to greet her when he saw her help a bleeding man out of the car.

“What…” “He needs help,” Abigail said. “Get the tools ready.”

Finn nodded, and quickly left to do as he was told.

Abigail helped her chauffeur to a chair, while Finn soon returned to them with a first aid kit and opened it on the table nearby.

Abigail took out the scissors and cut off the part of the chauffeur’s clothes from which he was bleeding.

Her movement was quick and decisive, smooth as silk and without a moment’s pause.

With alcohol swabs and antiseptic, she soon wiped the blood off the lacerations, presenting its gruesome form.

The worst one was a deep, long gash over the chauffeur’s back. It was a bloody sight, with the flesh within peeling out.

“You can let him do this,” the chauffeur said then.

Abigail shot him a look. ‘It doesn’t matter-you’re a patient and I’m a doctor.”

After all, gender was no concern when it came to medical care. Why worry about something so trivial at this point?

Even as she spoke, she never paused until she said, “Help me out there.”

Finn did a double take before coming to his senses, and quickly pulled out a swab to clean his hands.

“Stop the bleeding,” Abigail then told him.

Finn pressed his hands on the deep gash over the chauffeur’s back, while Abigail stitched the laceration on the chauffeur’s shoulder.

As the bleeding lessened, she mixed up an anesthetic and injected it over the laceration. “Sorry, we only have local anesthetics here instead of general anesthetics.” “It’s fine,” the chauffeur, pausing for a moment before apologizing, “Sorry I couldn’t save the girl.”

Still, Abigail knew that he had done his best-he was one against many in a brawl, and it was already impressive that he lasted so long alone.

“Don’t talk. Save your strength,” Abigail said as she cut off the stitching and moved on to the deep gash.

The entire process, down to every move, was smooth, quick and precise, with no excessive moves at all.

It was the first time Finn saw her composure as a doctor and her breathtakingly masterful technique.

He could not help staring-Dennis Turner was certainly a man with vision, picking her as his successor.

Soon, everything was done, and Abigail gave Finn an address for some medicine. “Deliver these today.”

“Alright. I’ll get them right now,” Finn replied.

With everything sorted out, Abigail drove her chauffeur home to the hilltop mansion and told him, “Get some rest.” “Those men were after you, ma’am. You can’t leave.”

“I won’t. I’m just checking in with James, to see if he found anything.”

However, he was too worried, and staying home would just leave her even more flustered.

She called James to find out where he was, and drove there.

James had already positioned the MPV through security footage when she arrived, and he and his men were about to leave.

“I’m coming with you.”

James wanted to refuse, but he let her get in as well to not waste time.

As they drove, the location tracker was bringing in more information via the security cameras and giving them instructions where to go.

The further they went the more remote the environment was.

It was now almost three hours since Erin had been taken and there were no cameras around.

The tracker was soon cut off.

Just as everyone thought that they had nothing to go on and wondered how to track the thugs, Abigail spotted the MPV in the bushes.

“There!” she pointed.

James turned toward it and saw the MPV too.

The grass was too tall for them to see the entire vehicle, but the tire marks leading into the bushes were fresh.

Everyone alighted, stepping through the thick growth of branches, leaves and thorns that constantly tripped them.

They followed the tire marks and arrived at the MPV, which was parked with no one around it.

James opened the door with a loud whirl, but it was empty!

Did they abandon the MPV as a diversion?!

“Look around!” James barked. “See if there’s any clues!”

Over at Franconia, Stan Hill had led Diarmuid to a white detached villa, with yards front and back.

It was where Harvey Gooding was hiding.

They did not bring a lot of people, and were keeping things quiet-they had to be prudent since they were away from Zidonia.

One of their men knocked out the gardener, while they moved to pick the lock to the front door.

Harvey had been recovering here after making his escape, and did not even turn around when he heard footsteps.

“Water,” he said, thinking that it was the servant who was caring for him.

Harvey held out a hand as Diarmuid walked up behind him, and he turned in dissatisfaction from not getting his water.

“What are you doing? Where is my… water…?”

He scrambled to his feet when he saw Diarmuid standing beside him.

However, he forgot that his legs had yet to recover, and almost fell on his coffee table.

Gaping, he cried in confusion, “H-How did you find me here?”

Diarmuid certainly would not have found him so quickly anywhere else, but he had enough resources and influence here to establish Remy, allowing Stan to locate Harvey in no time at all.

“Did you really think you could get away?” Diarmuid glared at him coolly, with a smirk of disdain that sends chills in the spine.

Harvey certainly did not expect him to reach here so soon.

If he had known that Diarmuid had influence here as well, he would have stayed well away!

However, it was too late to regret now and he tried to get to his feet. “Are you really that upset, chasing me all the way here? Let me tell you a secret, and let bygones be bygones-“

Diarmuid cut him short icily. “Dream on!”

He was not about to cut a deal now!

“You’re just going to leave yourself with an incurable trauma if you kill me now,” Harvey told him. “But I can give you the cure right now-do you know why the footage was cut off?”

Knowing that Diarmuid would just ignore him again, he continued, “Because I didn’t do anything. To tell the truth, nothing would have been easier, but I just couldn’t do it.”

He was certainly indignant at the time.He had already gone that far and everything else was ready, only for himself to fail to perform.He wanted to leave Diarmuid with a bad taste in the mouth, but he failed!

Still, he was too proud to admit defeat, though his time away allowed him to come around.

When he realized that he had been obsessing over something that never happened, and made Diarmuid so furious, dying suddenly was not worth it.

He always had a chance to rebuild his business, but dying meant losing everything.

“Fuck you, Harvey!”

Aman suddenly charged out from further within the villa and kicked Harvey straight in the balls!

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