Chapter 443

Elizabeth's eyes widened as she slammed on the brakes, her whole body jerking forward. She quickly unbuckled her seatbelt and jumped out, spotting a man sprawled on the ground, covered in blood. Elizabeth frowned and walked over. The guy reached out and grabbed her leg. “Help me!”

At the HK Hotel.

Elizabeth stood there, arms crossed, staring at the man on the bed with a mix of emotions. The dude was ripped. And, oh boy, he was a looker. High nose bridge, thin lips, long lashes. Even with his eyes closed, you could tell he was a hottie. He was hurt bad, stabbed in the stomach, and had lost a ton of blood by the time Elizabeth found him.

Felix stood next to her and whispered, “Who’s this guy?”

Elizabeth shrugged, “Picked him up off the road.”

Felix raised an eyebrow, “You really picked him up? What if he’s trouble?”

Elizabeth smirked, “Trouble? I eat trouble for breakfast.”

“Yeah, nothing scares you, except…” Felix trailed off.

Elizabeth was fearless, except when it came to Alexander. She shot Felix a cold glare. One more word and she’d cut his tongue out!

“Check him out,” she told Felix, looking down.

Felix nodded and started rummaging through the guy’s pockets, looking for ID. Elizabeth stood by the bed. Just as Felix found the driver’s license and was about to pull it out, the guy’s hand grabbed his arm.

Elizabeth and Felix both looked up to see the guy opening his eyes. He pressed his lips together, frowned, and stared at Felix, all suspicious-like.

“Hey there,” Elizabeth tilted her head and greeted him.

The guy looked around the room, then back at Elizabeth and Felix. Where am I? Who are these people? he wondered.

“You passed out in front of my car, so I brought you to the HK Hotel. It’s five in the morning, and the sun’s coming up,” Elizabeth said, glancing outside.

The guy moved his lips, and Elizabeth poured him a glass of water.

Chapter 443

This guy was seriously handsome. His eyes were a bit red, but it didn’t mess with his looks. Felix helped him sit up, and the guy touched his stomach.

“You’ve got a wound on your stomach. I stitched it up. If all goes well, you can get the stitches out in a week,” Elizabeth explained.

“Who are you?” the guy asked, still wary.

Elizabeth yawned, leaning casually against the window, arms crossed. “Elizabeth Percy. This is my assistant, Felix.” She introduced herself openly, just being a good Samaritan. She saved him. No need to hide who she was.

The guy pressed his lips together, thinking, ‘Elizabeth Percy? Is Rose her mom? It’s her.’

“Introduce yourself,” Felix nudged him.

Elizabeth tugged at her ear, ready to listen.

“Ivan Shawn,” he said softly, his voice smooth.

Elizabeth frowned. “That name rings a bell.”

Ivan glanced at her, his face still pale, but a faint smile playing on his lips. “Familiar?”

Elizabeth scratched her chin and then kicked Felix. “Brady Shawn, from one of the big four families in Lisbun, has a son. What’s his name?”

Ivan smiled at her and finished her sentence, “Ivan.”