She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 394

Worried that Loyce might overthink things and try to intervene, Forrest gave a brief explanation. "I've dealt with plenty of thorny issues. Our country's microchips have always relied on imports, which puts us at a severe disadvantage. I want to change the status quo, but it's no easy task. Still, it's not something you need to worry about. You've got your brothers to handle this. Just stay happy and leave the heavy lifting to us, okay?"

Loyce lowered her eyes, her gaze softening. "Mhm. I'll make you some herbal wellness coffee bags. Just steep them in your thermos when you're on business trips. They'll nourish your body so you don't collapse from exhaustion."

Forrest softened immediately at her concern. She really was thoughtful. Thinking back on it, those damn Sampsons had no idea how to cherish her. Now that he thought about it, letting the Sampson family survive this long meant he had been way too merciful.

"Thank you, Loyce."

After hanging up, Forrest's expression snapped back to an icy, ruthless calm. He asked Eric, "Is everything arranged with Lucian Shapiro?"

Eric nodded. "All set. Cyrilla's biological mother and her fake mother are both on their way to the venue. When the time comes, all the lies will be exposed. The mud they tried to sling at the young miss will be thrown right back in their faces."

Forrest nodded, his cold voice laced with the ruthlessness unique to cutthroat businessmen. "I want that girl to pay back the pain she caused Loyce tenfold."

Eric lowered his eyes. "I will have it handled perfectly. Please rest assured, boss."

...

The next day.

It was time for the surgery, but Holt was nowhere to be seen. Loyce called him. The first call went through, but no one answered. By the time she dialed the second time, his phone was turned off and completely unreachable.

Heath asked her, "Did he get cold feet at the last minute?"

Loyce shook her head. "Impossible. His voice is his entire life. He would absolutely never pass up this chance to be cured."

The anesthesiologist standing nearby looked confused. "Then what's going on? Where did he go? It's not like he got kidnapped."

Loyce looked at him with a thoughtful gaze that made the anesthesiologist quickly backpedal, "I'm just joking! Who would kidnap him?"

"I need to step out." Loyce swiftly stripped off her white coat, tossing it over the back of a chair to reveal a simple dark outfit underneath. Without wasting a single second, she turned on her heel and walked out, leaving behind only one instruction: "Keep the surgical equipment on standby."

Loyce returned to her private lounge and opened the backup laptop in her desk drawer. Her fingers flew across the keyboard, complex lines of code cascading down the screen like a waterfall.

Even though Holt's phone was off, its location ping had been recorded during that first connected call.

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