After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 380

"Poppy, where is the pain?"

"Ring the bell."

A few minutes later.

Poppy was sent to the emergency room to have a new round of examination.

Sylvia guarded the door of the emergency room and looked at those colleagues in the room, operating those high-tech instruments.

Eden and Brock sat on the bench with grave looks.

Sylvia's cell phone suddenly vibrated.

She lifted it up and saw a caller ID with a hidden number.

Her face darkened slightly, but she picked it up anyway. "Hello."

"If you want to detoxify Poppy, do as I say." A voice that had been processed with a voice changer came from the other end.

"Who are you? Why do you want me to do what you say? What do you want me to do?" Sylvia's eyes and face were cold.

The entire corridor seemed to be enveloped in a tense atmosphere.

Even Brock and Eden couldn't help but look over towards her.

"At 3 p.m., go to 66 Livingston Road and deliver your most beloved jewelry to the garbage can at 66 Livingston Road. Otherwise, Poppy would perish!"

After saying that, the other party hung up the phone.

The most beloved jewelry?

Sylvia stared at the phone, thinking that the other party was playing a prank.

However, for Poppy's sake, she was willing to give it a try.

"I will inform James to come over. For now, I need you two to accompany Poppy." Sylvia looked down at the two men sitting on the bench.

"Yeah, don't worry."

Sylvia drove straight to Pearlhall Villa.

There was almost none jewelry that she liked. She had seldom worn any jewelry.

She opened her jewelry box.

There were a lot of jewelry inside.

Finally, her eyes fell on a necklace made of broken diamonds.

It was given to her by Gage after he received his first paycheck.

At that time, she liked this necklace very much.

She picked up the necklace and looked at the diamonds that were still shining after so long.

She took out a small jewelry bag to put it up.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, she drove her Land Rover towards 66 Livingston Road.

The Livingston Road was a small, isolated road on the outskirts of the city.

A shantytown and some demolished houses were near it.

In the afternoon sunlight, it looked unaccountably broken.

Sylvia got out of the car and threw the small bag with the necklace into the garbage can in 66 Livingston Road.

She had just turned around when her face froze. She suddenly shifted her cold gaze towards the dilapidated building, only to see a tall figure standing in the upper floor.

The man's face was covered with a black mask, and only his steely chin was revealed.

The sunlight fell on him, and the mysterious and brutal vibe around him grew stronger and stronger.

The man's cold eyes were fixed on her.

The next second, a silver pistol appeared in the woman's hand and was aimed at the man. Bang!