She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 547

[Boss, I am highly suspicious that Ares Global orchestrated this entire thing. They'll do anything to push weapons sales. We ruined their massive promotional event, leaving them with unsellable inventory and massive returns. This is their backup plan to trigger a regional war and drag Admiral Shapiro down in the process. Ares Global is terrified of him.]

Loyce typed back a single sentence: [Tell Nightingale to get a chopper here, now.]

A heavily modified helicopter braved the midnight storm to touch down on the island.

Nightingale held an umbrella over Loyce's head as she approached. "Where are we heading, boss?"

"The Metropia Naval Base."

Lucian's fleet would return directly to the base to regroup. Loyce had to get there. Because of a falsified intel report, thirty people were dead, and she knew the crushing weight of that guilt would be sitting squarely on Lucian's shoulders.

She was worried about him.

It wasn't his fault. He had made the perfect tactical choice with the information he had.

Nightingale's helicopter wasn't cleared for military airspace, so they touched down just outside the perimeter and switched to a Lonsdale Group armored vehicle.

The SUV tore through the night toward the naval base.

Outside the gates, swarms of media had already set up camp, desperate to capture footage of the shattered remains of the fishing boat being hauled back to port.

Loyce was stopped by the armed guards at the gate. The soldier recognized her. "Ms. Lonsdale, do you have clearance?"

Loyce rolled down her window. "I don't. Please inform your commanding officer that I'm here to perform emergency maintenance on the fleet's medical equipment."

"At this hour?" the guard questioned, but then it clicked. This was the woman Admiral Shapiro had openly claimed as his partner. He instantly understood why she was really here.

Furthermore, the advanced medical technology on the fleet's hospital ships was entirely designed by Loyce herself. She was practically untouchable.

The soldier immediately turned away to make a call, casting quick glances at her vehicle. A moment later, he returned. "You're cleared for entry."

From inside, the frantic shouts of medical staff clashed with the high-pitched warning sirens of the monitors.

Hazel cracked the door open, but a harsh voice immediately barked, "No unauthorized personnel! Get out! The patient is critical!"

Loyce ignored him entirely, slipping through the gap and into the room.

The ER was sheer chaos. Several military surgeons and nurses surrounded the operating table. The man on the table was unrecognizable, his left side a ruined mess of scorched flesh. The vitals on the monitor were weak, erratic, and dangerously close to flatlining.

A senior surgeon was frantically applying pressure to a massive hemorrhage. Sweat dripped from his forehead, his voice laced with despair. "It's no use. Burns cover over 80% of his body, third-degree. Severe concussive trauma from the blast, massive internal bleeding. We can't stabilize his pressure! Push epi!"

"Let me see," Loyce said, her clear, calm voice cutting cleanly through the panic.

The furious surgeon snapped his head up to scream at the intruder, only to freeze when he recognized the face staring back at him. "You?"