The Billionaire's True Heiress From Fake Jewel to Real Crown novel Chapter 314

"Copy that, Virgil. I know the place. Give me five minutes."

"Get ready to land."

Claire slammed her foot on the gas. When she said five minutes, she wasn't exaggerating. She meant it.

Edison sat there, realizing Claire was already living in a world he just couldn't be a part of anymore.

The helicopter landed exactly where they had agreed, kicking up dust. A ladder dropped down from the side.

Abbott appeared at the cabin door, waving. "Claire, come on!"

A soldier in camo climbed down and greeted her. "This way, ma'am."

Claire had nothing but a small backpack. She nodded, quickly following the soldier up the ladder.

She glanced back at Edison. "Edison, you should head home." That worked out perfectly. He could take the car back for her.

Edison honestly hadn't expected things to be this intense. A military helicopter? Things were a lot more serious than he'd thought.

"Alright. Just call me if anything happens." He trusted that these people wouldn't hurt her.

They needed Claire, after all. There was no way they'd risk upsetting her.

"I will."

With easy, athletic grace, Claire climbed straight into the chopper. She didn't bother with drawn-out goodbyes, just gave Edison a quick wave.

Once inside, Abbott wasted no time and led her to the patient.

It was a young officer, barely older than a kid.

Claire's brow furrowed as she leaned over him. "It's an arterial wound, isn’t it? Right near the heart. Coagulants didn't work?"

"We tried everything we had," Abbott said, shaking his head.

If the attending doctor hadn’t been Abbott’s close friend, Abbott might never have heard about this case at all.

Tandy had nursed a secret crush on Pandora back in the day. Unfortunately, he was late to realize she was married with kids, and had reluctantly let his feelings go. Pandora was his unreachable dream, the one person he got defensive about whenever her name came up.

"Claire was raised by Pandora," Abbott said, sounding just a little proud.

Tandy still looked doubtful. "I trust Pandora, but even if she were here, there isn’t much anyone could do in a case like this."

"Well, Pandora wasn’t my only teacher," Claire answered quietly.

She glanced at the young officer. Time was running out.

"We don’t have time for this. He’s crashing."

She’d already checked everything. His condition was critical. If they kept debating, they’d just watch a life slip away.

"Who’s actually in charge here?" Claire turned away from Tandy, looking directly at a middle-aged man with officer stripes on his shoulders.

This was probably the one who had called her.