Chapter 316: Chapter 316: What Do You Want to Do
Heather Donovan’s pupils suddenly widened.
The excitement hadn’t yet spread to her eyes when the phone rang unexpectedly.
The phone number was unfamiliar, clearly encrypted.
Heather Donovan quickly ran back to the stairwell, answered the call, and cautiously said, "Hello?"
From the other end of the phone, a strange voice quickly came through.
The voice seemed neither male nor female, like it was passed through a cheap voice changer, somewhat eerie.
The voice chuckled, "Mrs. Donovan."
Heather Donovan inexplicably became excited, "Who is this?"
"That’s not important," the voice lowly chuckled, "You received the package, right? Do you know what to do?"
Heather Donovan suppressed her excitement, "You mean..."
"Keith Donovan is James Grant’s friend, and the relationship between James Grant and Evelyn Clayton, do I need to tell you more?"
"Mrs. Donovan, I hope you won’t disappoint me."
The voice chuckled softly and then hung up.
"Hello, hello?" Heather Donovan still wanted to ask something more, but all that was left was the disconnected tone.
Trying to call back, it was already a dead line.
Heather Donovan gripped her phone tightly, unable to contain her excitement any longer.
With this leverage, does she still fear not getting Evelyn Clayton’s blood?
Early the next morning.
Evelyn Clayton woke up and stretched lazily, strolling out of the bedroom.
Seeing James Grant unhurriedly standing by her kitchen counter, Evelyn’s face darkened.
"Why are you still here?" Evelyn said irritably, "Are you planning to have breakfast here too?"
James Grant cleared his throat, sipping the coffee he brewed for himself, his expression passing briefly awkwardly, "Are you going out today?"
Slowly realizing, Evelyn Clayton comprehended something.
James Grant was worried she might encounter that criminal again if she went out?
Unexpectedly, Evelyn felt a bit shy.
She turned her head away, her earlobes quietly reddening, and murmured, "You can leave, I’m not going out today."
James Grant looked at her, still wanting to say something, but Evelyn personally ushered him out, pushing him out.
"There’s no breakfast here, hurry and go!" Evelyn scowled and pushed James Grant out.
After closing the door, thinking about something, Evelyn pursed her lips tightly, went to the bedroom to fetch iodine and bandages.
Opening the door again, James Grant was still standing at the doorway, stunned, not yet leaving.
Evelyn shoved the iodine and bandages into James Grant’s hands and closed the door again.
Leaning against the door, not knowing how long it took, Evelyn finally looked through the peephole.
James Grant had just gotten into the elevator.
Evelyn sighed in relief, yet a burst of unspeakable disappointment welled up inside her.
Rubbing her brow, Evelyn cleared away the faint gloom in her heart, preparing to brew herself a cup of coffee as well.
Just as she turned on the coffee machine, her phone rang suddenly.
She went over to look, an unfamiliar number.
Evelyn furrowed her brows, instinctively becoming alert.
After hesitating for a while, Evelyn opened the recording app and pressed to answer.
"Hmph, Evelyn Clayton!" A woman’s triumphant voice came from the other end of the phone.
Evelyn’s face suddenly turned icy, "Mrs. Donovan? What do you want?"
She had already speculated last night; the black-clad figure attempting to abduct her was probably Heather Donovan’s doing.
Now, with Summer Monroe’s life hanging by a thread, and unwilling to donate blood, Heather Donovan seemed desperate, resorting to hiring someone to abduct her.
Heather Donovan did not respond, and a few seconds later, Evelyn heard her phone’s message alert sound.
"Evelyn Clayton, I sent you a little gift, do you want to check what it is?" Heather Donovan spoke with a sinister tone.
Evelyn suspiciously opened her inbox, only to find a multimedia message from Heather Donovan, containing a photo.
When she recognized who was in the photo, Evelyn’s grip on the phone tightened instantly.
It was Keith Donovan.
Evelyn silently took a deep breath.
"Heather Donovan, what exactly are you trying to do?"
Heather Donovan’s laughter was sinister and chilling.
"Oh, nothing much. I just want to know, if I send the photo of Keith Donovan lingering at the accident scene to the police, what do you think they’ll do?"