Chapter 272: Chapter 272: The Urgent News

After temporarily settling everything in the room, Helen Lloyd took the signal jammer and swiftly left through the same route to prepare some medical supplies and backup plans that Julian Sterling had just requested. As for Julian, he dragged his luggage along and quietly entered the bathroom to begin preparing for the next steps.

Because he was completely unaware of whether the hidden camera outside was equipped with an audio recording function, Julian Sterling did not dare to speak carelessly.

The surrounding space was so profoundly silent that he could clearly hear the sound of his own footsteps. He carefully turned off the ringtones and switched all of his electronic devices to a gentle vibration mode, even throwing the small suitcase deep into the corner of the bathroom. He made an absolute decision not to make any phone calls, opting to exchange information solely via text messages to ensure maximum safety.

Right at the exact moment when the tension was rising to its peak, the screen of the phone in Julian Sterling’s hand suddenly lit up, displaying an incoming call. The name flashing on the screen was Colin Grant. Without a single second of hesitation, Julian immediately pressed the reject button. Just as he opened the messaging application, a flurry of urgent text messages from the other end rapidly popped up on the screen.

Colin Grant: [Julian, something has happened to the boss.]

Julian Sterling’s heart slightly clenched. Even though someone had secretly informed him in advance about this terrible situation, actually receiving official confirmation from the person closely following Ethan Caldwell still filled him with extreme anxiety. Very quickly, his fingers flew across the keyboard, typing out a reply to send to Colin Grant.

Julian Sterling: [I know. Is Ethan by your side right now?]

Julian Sterling: [Besides you, is there anyone else among our people who can be contacted?]

When typing this line, Julian Sterling deliberately used the phrase “our people” instead of “the people in the working group.” The target group he was aiming to inquire about consisted of those individuals who had been verified and confirmed to be absolutely loyal to Ethan Caldwell. As for the crowd accompanying the working group this time, the current situation was far too chaotic. Who was an ally and who was a traitor remained an incredibly difficult mystery to decipher.

Colin Grant: [The CEO is right beside me.]

Colin Grant: [We used a scheme to temporarily escape their surveillance.]

Colin Grant: [I have managed to contact five hidden bodyguards. The public bodyguards or those whose faces have been exposed have all temporarily lost contact.]

Julian Sterling’s face darkened. For things to escalate to this level, Julian Sterling did not believe that someone hailing from a family with a development history solely in St. Lawrence City, like Gabriel Cole, could simply extend his reach all the way to Kensington City. Either Gabriel was collaborating with someone else, or someone who knew of this plan was lending a hand to push it forward.

It was highly possible that Harrison Thornton’s fierce competitors in the business world were trying to seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to ignite a spark, causing his internal family affairs to become restless and chaotic. At the same time, it would kill two birds with one stone. If this scheme succeeded in turning Harrison and the colossal power of the Caldwell family into official enemies, then they, the ones pulling the strings in the shadows, would undoubtedly reap the benefits as the third party, easily monopolizing the market.

Or, in an even worse possibility, this entire incident could be the doing of… CORE!

Just thinking of this haunting name, Julian Sterling unconsciously tightened his fists to the point where his knuckles turned completely white. If the truth proved that they were the ones standing behind the scenes manipulating everything, he swore that he would definitely make Ethan Caldwell sit down and explain clearly exactly what this mysterious organization was.

The sensation of continuously being targeted like a helpless prey time and time again, while he himself remained completely ignorant of who the real opponent was, what they looked like, or what their motives were, truly made him feel incredibly uncomfortable and suffocated.

Trying his best to suppress the flames of anger that were waiting to explode in his heart, Julian Sterling took a long, deep breath to regain his necessary composure. Afterward, he swiftly typed a reply to Colin Grant with brief yet decisive instructions.

Julian Sterling: [The address.]

Julian Sterling: [Go to this address to meet up with Helen Lloyd, and call our people over as well. She will guide you on the next steps.]

After seeing the screen indicate that the other side had replied with just two simple words, “Understood”, Julian Sterling did not receive any further response messages.

The space once again fell into its inherent silence. Because he was hiding in the cramped bathroom to avoid risks, he could only temporarily sit on the toilet lid, his slender fingers habitually tapping a rhythmic beat against the cold porcelain glaze. His face had hardened by this point, his sharp gaze radiating a deadly aura.

They actually dared to audaciously scheme and plot against his husband, even despicably intending to use dirty tricks to climb into Ethan Caldwell’s bed?

This group of people truly was tired of living, how incredibly bold!

Sitting still in one place waiting under these circumstances only made his mind grow more restless and nervous. Every single second and minute that passed felt as endlessly long as an eternity.

Finally, in order to relieve the heavy nervous pressure weighing him down, Julian Sterling decisively chose to strip off his cumbersome clothes and take a bath. He reached out to turn on the faucet, releasing a stream of warm water into the massive bathtub, casually tossing his clothes to the side before leisurely stepping in, allowing his body to gradually submerge in the water.

It was truly worthy of being the luxurious bathroom of a presidential suite. The interior space was exceptionally spacious, and the bathtub was exquisitely designed, complete with a marble step for sitting and a perfectly slanted corner serving as a backrest for relaxing.

Julian Sterling reached over to grab a bath bomb and gently dropped it into the water. Normally, he inherently despised these cumbersome, foamy things and would never use them. It was just that his gaze had accidentally swept over it a moment ago, and he suddenly felt that the round, reddish object sitting neatly on the glass shelf looked slightly like an eyesore, which was why he impulsively tossed it straight into the water.

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