The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 226

Ferris must have noticed her distress.

He was always the first to catch on to her every mood shift.

Even now, when I was the one in the spotlight.

A wave of sorrow washed over me, my heart aching as if it had been soaked in icy seawater. I picked up my glass of water, pretending everything was fine, when my phone suddenly buzzed.

Who would be calling at this hour?

I opened my clutch, glanced at the screen, and my heart hammered against my ribs.

It was that same virtual number starting with 177.

Thinking of Terrance Madden and his goons who were already behind bars, I irritably hit reject. But two seconds later, the phone buzzed again. Same number.

I covered the screen with my hand, frowning in sheer frustration.

"What's wrong?" Leon noticed my strange behavior, leaning in with concern. "Did something happen?"

I shook my head, gripping the vibrating phone tight, and threw together an excuse. "I just need to run to the restroom real quick."

Once I was out in the quiet hallway, I took a deep breath and finally pressed answer.

The next second, that dark, twisted voice crawled out of the speaker. "It seems Dr. Hayes is far more clever and entertaining than I gave her credit for."

"Who are you?" I demanded, discreetly pressing the record button. "What do you want?"

"Who I am isn't important," the man drawled lazily. "But I have to say, for that little performance on stage, I'd give you a solid sixty out of a hundred."

But by the time I managed to pry myself into the elevator, I froze. I was the only one inside.

Right then, that psychotic laughter seeped out of my phone speaker again. I gripped the device, fury boiling over. "Is this fun for you? Are you really just some coward hiding in the dark? Are you too ugly to show your face?"

"I told you, your little provocations don't work on me," the voice replied smoothly. "However..."

He paused, the silence stretching out like a wire before he whispered, "I am incredibly curious... how would Dr. Hayes feel if she lost those precious hands that save so many lives?"

The threat hit me like a bucket of ice water. I suddenly realized I had walked right into a trap. I lunged for the "Open" button, but it was too late.

With a violent crack, the overhead lights flickered twice before plunging the cab into total darkness. An instant later, gravity vanished. The elevator plummeted, and my legs gave out from sheer terror. I collapsed into the corner, screaming as the metal box hurled downward.

I knew exactly what was happening. The elevator had been sabotaged.