Harvey was utterly shocked and immediately made a frantic call to cancel the meeting.
Avery was helped back to his office, collapsing onto the couch. His chest heaved in pain as if his insides were on fire. His trembling hand touched his feverish forehead, his vision turning dark.
"Mr. Chambers, please, have some water," Harvey pleaded, kneeling by his side with reddened eyes. He pressed the cup to Avery's still-bleeding lips. "I've called your personal doctor. He's on his way as fast as he can. Just hold on a bit longer..."
With a snap, Avery swatted the cup away, his voice a hoarse whisper of dark intensity: "For years... Wayne has been my fixer, handling the dirtiest jobs with not a trace left behind. How could there possibly be evidence? Let alone video evidence!"
"It's like walking by a river and not expecting to get your shoes wet! Wayne might be exceptional, but he's not invincible," Harvey gritted his teeth. "Since he's in the hands of the police, he's a liability we can't afford. I'll do whatever it takes to silence him. We can't let this fire spread to you!"
"You make it sound so easy," Avery coughed painfully. "Wayne, being the Chief of Police, is no small fry. Even if guilty, he'd be locked away in a high-security cell, heavily guarded. Our people can't just walk in there."
Harvey's lips thinned, frustration boiling over.
Soon, the personal doctor arrived, providing Avery with some immediate care.
"How is Mr. Chambers?!" Harvey asked, filled with concern.
"Has Mr. Chambers been taking various strong medications over the years?" the doctor inquired cautiously.
Harvey's heart skipped, "He has taken some... What's the situation?!"
"Mr. Chambers has a long history of medication use, which is inherently toxic and has adversely affected his organs. Coupled with his recent hospitalization and increased medication dosage, his body is overwhelmed."
Harvey felt a chill, "But why is Mr. Chambers vomiting blood?!"
"The stress on his damaged organs, combined with severe emotional distress, caused his stomach to overproduce acid, corroding blood vessels and leading to acute bleeding. However, we need further tests to be sure. He needs to be hospitalized."
After the doctor left, Harvey waved him away, and Avery's condition stabilized somewhat with medication.
"There's something very peculiar about this situation," Avery said, sitting up with Harvey's help, his gaze dark and foreboding. "The murder video of Wayne was recorded at the scene. If someone had the evidence, why sit on it for two months only to expose him now?"
Harvey was at a loss for words.
"Lionel took the fall for this, and S-Star Group suffered greatly. If the evidence had been revealed then, all this trouble could've been avoided," Avery's eyes grew colder. "The only explanation is that the person only recently got their hands on it. You mentioned Elsie left The Velvet Haven briefly?"
Harvey stiffened, his heart racing, "Mr. Chambers! I swear, Elsie was with me the whole time. She didn't even touch her phone, let alone leave my sight. She couldn't have gotten any evidence!"
"Are you absolutely sure she never left your sight?" Avery asked ominously.
Harvey suddenly remembered a car accident where he had to leave Elsie alone for a few minutes. "Truly, she didn't meet anyone. I swear!" Harvey insisted, though his heart pounded fiercely.
Avery leaned back, a chilling smile on his lips, "It seems you're quite fond of her."
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