CHAPTER 173: CHAPTER 173: BOMB DISPOSAL

Now his eyes only saw Seraphina Sinclair, and knowing she hadn’t suffered any external injuries besides being unconscious, he was relieved enough to start defusing the bomb.

He had never told anyone about his expertise in demolition and bomb disposal, which he’d been practicing since childhood; mere bombs like these were nothing to him.

He was well aware there were cameras installed in the room, so instead of instantly disarming the bomb, he patiently observed, pretending not to understand the situation.

On the opposite side of the camera, a face hidden in the darkness revealed a sinister smile, a mechanical voice emanating from his mouth: "Desmond Fairchild, I look forward to truly meeting you."

Before his words had faded, the camera suddenly went black, the screen image disappeared, but the mysterious person smiled coldly, seemingly unsurprised: "Interesting."

Austin White’s voice echoed in his earphones: "I’ve hacked all the cameras in the room, hurry up, Quentin Jennings is already outside waiting."

With Austin White’s intervention, Desmond Fairchild no longer needed to hesitate. Unknown to others, he did something to the bomb, and the timer that had been crazily counting down suddenly went silent.

Anna stared at him in disbelief, reflexively asking, "How did you do that?"

"Sit still and don’t move," Desmond commanded coldly, positioning Seraphina Sinclair against the wall before swiftly disarming Anna’s bomb as well.

Desmond Fairchild had no intention of asking why Anna was kidnapped too. He had already relocated Anna earlier, but she appeared in Blossom City anyway.

How could he not understand the hidden motives behind it?

Once Anna was free to move, she actively hugged Desmond Fairchild’s arm: "Desmond, thank you for coming to save me."

"Anna, this is the last time," Desmond shook off her hand, his eyes chilling as he looked at her, "If you still want to live well, don’t lay a hand on Seraphina again, or don’t blame me for disregarding our long-standing relationship."

"I’m a victim too, why do you..."

"Do you think your little tricks can deceive me?" Desmond indifferently turned his head, his gaze fixed on Seraphina Sinclair, "How dare an insignificant Shirley Lynch act against her knowing I’m by Seraphina’s side?"

He wasn’t a fool; the moment he saw Anna, he understood the whole story.

Anna wanted to explain, but Desmond showed no interest in listening.

Holding Seraphina Sinclair, he strode out without looking back, completely ignoring Anna’s thoughts. Just before leaving, he coldly warned, "If you’re smart, distance yourself from that person sooner rather than later, and look after yourself."

Watching him leave, Anna suddenly realized that she who once prided herself on her personal qualities and childhood bond was deemed worthless by Desmond.

He even spoke such words to sever ties for the sake of Seraphina Sinclair.

What was there not to understand? This man had never loved her from the beginning; all her confidence in winning him over was misplaced.

For a moment, she felt she was nothing more than a joke.

She had thought that if rejected, if Desmond was too heartless, she’d make everyone miserable, but for some reason, seeing them embraced, she couldn’t bring herself to do it.

Dejectedly tossing aside the detonator hidden on her, Anna sat helplessly on the ground.

As Desmond Fairchild exited, Quentin Jennings was already waiting at the door, and upon seeing him walking out with Seraphina Sinclair, he rushed over worriedly.

"How is it? Is your wife okay?"

Desmond shook his head: "She’s fine, let’s head back."

Not long after returning, the anesthetic on Seraphina Sinclair wore off. Upon waking, she felt her body was sore and weak, but otherwise painless.

She glanced around and found herself lying on the large bed of the hot spring resort.

As for everything that happened during the day, she couldn’t remember, so she didn’t know what she had gone through. If she knew she had danced so close to death’s door, she’d surely be terrified.

Her only memory was encountering Shirley Lynch, and then nothing.

Struggling to climb out of bed, Seraphina Sinclair casually put on the jacket by the bedside and dragged her exhausted body toward the living room.

As she reached the door, she vaguely heard voices from the living room, and she slowly peeked her head out to see.

"Hey? Quentin, didn’t you go back?" Her soft and weak voice echoed in the living room.

Two pairs of eyes simultaneously turned to her, and Desmond promptly stood up, joining her side to gently guide her to sit: "Why didn’t you call out when you woke up?"

"I’m not exactly frail and elderly." Seraphina Sinclair smiled, and then her expression fell, "Speaking of which, I ran into Shirley Lynch this afternoon, did anything happen afterwards?"

It was clear Shirley Lynch did something at that time, her haunting presence never missing an opportunity to humiliate her.

Yet why didn’t she have any wounds?

"She tried to take you away when I arrived and rescued you," Desmond Fairchild nonchalantly summarized the afternoon’s events with one sentence.

"Just like that?" Seraphina Sinclair was somewhat surprised.

Desmond lovingly stroked her head; a glint of coldness flashed through his eyes, but his lips held a gentle smile: "What? Don’t believe me?"

Seraphina decided not to delve deeper, seeing Desmond Fairchild showed no signs of injury, she chose to believe him.

Then she asked, "Didn’t Quentin already leave? How come he’s back?"

Quentin Jennings complained as he looked at her: "Sister-in-law, don’t be so unfair as a person, is it just okay for you two to vacation and I can’t come to play for a couple of days?"

Seraphina Sinclair patted his shoulder, full of sympathy: "It seems President Fairchild has oppressed you quite a bit at the company, even without time for travel, such a poor child."

"It’s, it’s not that exaggerated, hahahaha, haha." Quentin noticed Desmond’s murderous gaze, quickly grabbed his jacket from the sofa, and awkwardly stood up, "Now that Sister-in-law is awake, I’ll take my leave."

"Where to? Didn’t you say you wanted to stay for two days? There’s a room next door." Seraphina kindly reminded.

Quentin felt the piercing stare, waved his hand in refusal: "Staying here feels uncomfortable. There are so many guesthouses outside; I’ll just find one."

"Really not staying here?" Seraphina asked, still wanting to keep him.

"No, no." Without finishing his sentence, Quentin had already slipped away.

Seraphina Sinclair stared quizzically at the door, puzzled as she asked, "What happened to Quentin? So strange."

The icy expression Desmond Fairchild wore earlier instantly transformed when facing Seraphina Sinclair, his tone softening: "With his playful nature, it’s normal he doesn’t want to stay in such a quiet place with us."