He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 89

Inevitably, the wall of muscle stationed at the door aggressively forced Scarlett back inside.

The situation was incredibly dire.

Scarlett immediately dialed Stellan's number, her voice thick with panic and tears. "Stellan, my best friend Talia is in trouble! She just called me begging for help, saying she's bleeding everywhere. You have to find her immediately, please, you have to save her!"

"Understood, Miss. Please try to stay calm. Send me Ms. Gray's contact details right now, and I will dispatch my men immediately," Stellan replied with perfect professionalism.

Scarlett frantically texted Talia's phone number, ID details, and everything else she could think of to Stellan.

Hanging up, she paced the living room like a caged animal, her heart pounding frantically against her ribs as anxiety consumed her.

Stellan's efficiency was nothing short of miraculous. In less than ten minutes, his name flashed on her screen again.

"We found her, Miss. She was in the underground parking garage of The Grandview. Someone dragged her into a blind spot away from the security cameras and beat her unconscious with a baton. The assailants nearly attempted sexual assault, but thankfully, my team intervened just in time."

A cold, violent fury erupted in Scarlett's chest. "What?! Someone actually orchestrated a brutal attack like that in broad daylight?!"

"Stellan, get her to the hospital immediately. You must investigate this. I need to know exactly who ordered this hit on Talia!"

"Understood, Miss. I'm on it," Stellan assured her.

Scarlett took a deep breath. "Right now, Yardley has me locked inside Orchard Villa. There are six bodyguards stationed outside the front door. Stellan, I need you to get me out of here. I have to go to the hospital to see her."

"Consider it done. I'll make the arrangements immediately."

Half an hour later.

Stellan sent a brief text. The obstacles had been cleared, and she was free to come out.

Scarlett grabbed her purse and pushed the heavy front door open without a hint of hesitation. The massive, intimidating bodyguards who had blocked her path earlier were now scattered across the driveway, groaning and clutching their bruised limbs.

Parked elegantly just beyond them was a sleek Rolls-Royce Phantom.

The door swung open, and Stellan stood beside it, giving a respectful, gentlemanly bow as he gestured for her to get in.

Scarlett slid into the backseat, and the luxury car tore off toward the hospital.

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