"I’ll cover every dical expense she has from tonight. Whatever treatnt she needs, however long it takes. When she wakes up, she can tell you herself what happened," he added. "That’s the best proof either of us is going to get."
Emma studied him silently for several long seconds before letting out a low sigh inwardly, her face was still stoic though...
She could tell, anyone with common sense can tell that his behavior didn’t match a guilty man.
Neither did the ergency call. Neither did the calm.
But she didn’t lower her weapon. But she didn’t fire either. She was still at alert.
"We wait for the police," she said firmly. "You do not move."
"I won’t," Stan replied.
Slowly, carefully, he lowered himself to the floor several feet away from Alia and rested his open hands on his knees in plain sight.
The room settled into tense silence.
Six ard won.
One unconscious director.
And a young man sitting calmly in the middle of the chaos, waiting for the authorities to arrive and untangle a situation where, ironically, the truth sounded less believable than any lie.
anwhile, Stan thought of sothing and slowly moved.
The female guards imdiately tightened their grips on their rifles the mont he shifted, the muzzles snapping toward his chest with cold, practiced precision.
"Don’t move!"
Stan slowly raised both hands, his expression calm despite the multiple weapons aid directly at him. His eyes briefly flicked toward the unconscious Alia lying nearby before returning to the guards.
"Relax," he said evenly. "I’m calling an ambulance."
Not a single rifle lowered.
The tension in the room remained suffocating, every guard waiting for the slightest wrong movent.
Yet at the sa ti, a wave of sha quietly spread among them.
Why hadn’t they thought of that first?
They had rushed in with guns and emotions, but not one of them had imdiately called for dical assistance.
Compared to Stan’s composure, they suddenly felt inexperienced.
One of the guards stepped forward cautiously and said coldly, "Keep the phone where we can see it."
Stan gave a short nod and slowly reached into his pocket, careful enough not to trigger any nervous fingers on the rifles. He pulled out his phone and briefly held it up before dialing ergency services.
The ringing sounded absurdly loud within the suffocating silence.
The dispatcher answered almost imdiately.
"Ergency services. What’s your location and situation?"
Stan glanced toward Alia once more. Her breathing was shallow but steady.
"Female patient," he said calmly. "Unresponsive. Possible drugging combined with severe physical and emotional distress. She’s breathing, but she needs imdiate dical attention."
Several guards exchanged uneasy looks as Stan continued speaking.
"Send an ambulance with a stretcher, oxygen, airway support equipnt, and a full trauma kit. She may be entering a comatose state."
The dispatcher’s tone imdiately beca serious.
"Understood. Ambulance en route. Stay with the patient and monitor her breathing."
Stan ended the call and slowly lowered the phone.
For several long seconds, nobody spoke.
Then, faint sirens began echoing through the night outside.
The ambulance arrived within minutes.
The dical team rushed into the building carrying ergency bags and a stretcher, only to abruptly slow down after seeing the bizarre scene in front of them.
A young man sitting calmly on the floor.
A circle of ard female security personnel surrounding him with rifles aid directly at his body.
And an unconscious woman lying nearby on the bed.
The paradics froze briefly, trying to process the strange tableau before them.
What unsettled them wasn’t rely the ard standoff.
It was the fact that they recognized the young man imdiately.
Isn’t that Stan Harrison? The student tycoon?
The thought flashed through more than one dic’s mind as they hurriedly pulled the stretcher fully into the room.
Could he actually be involved in a kidnapping?
It was a disturbingly natural conclusion to arrive at.
After all, the mysterious young man everyone had been discussing recently had suddenly beco rich overnight, drove luxury supercars, and seed to have risen out of nowhere.
Humans were creatures driven by speculation.
And under such circumstances, suspicion ca very easily.
But one detail didn’t fit, and it quietly bothered the paradics as they worked.
If Stan were truly the perpetrator, then the entire scene made no sense.
He wouldn’t be sitting there calmly surrounded by ard guards. The standoff wouldn’t even exist, the security team would have already restrained him.
And most importantly...
He had been the one to call the ambulance.
Not the ard won surrounding him.
None of it matched the behavior of soone guilty.
While the rest of the dical team unloaded equipnt, the lead paradic hurried over to Alia and imdiately knelt beside her to check her pulse and breathing.
Her expression changed instantly.
"Patient is unresponsive. Breathing is shallow. Possible comatose state, GCS approximately six."
The calm professionalism in her voice vanished, replaced by the clipped urgency of soone who had just recognized a genuinely critical ergency.
"Stretcher, oxygen, cardiac monitor, suction kit, and trauma bag, now!"
The entire dical team accelerated instantly.
"Move!" the lead paradic ordered sharply. "Oxygen and stretcher first. I want the monitor, airway kit, and suction beside imdiately. Prep an IV line and notify the ER, unresponsive female patient, suspected overdose or drug-induced coma."
Stan felt a cold chill run through him as he watched.
He had known Alia was in danger.
But he hadn’t fully understood how serious the situation actually was.
Her condition was far worse than he had initially assud. Whatever those n had drugged her with had pushed her into a genuinely life-threatening state.
And with that realization ca sothing darker.
The n hadn’t rely intended to assault her.
If he had arrived even slightly later...
Alia might not have survived the night at all.
The thought landed heavily in Stan’s chest.
For the first ti since entering the room, genuine anger flickered across his eyes.
Even the security personnel had gone visibly tense now, their earlier suspicion toward Stan temporarily pushed aside as they watched the paradics work frantically to stabilize the woman they had been hired to protect.
Stan glanced toward them.
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