Love Strategy: CEO He is Really Scheming！-Chapter 848: Lydia Brooke Is in Trouble!

At that time, you were drugged and lost your senses, not knowing who you were sleeping with, but I’m different. I clearly knew who I was involved with.

And I was willing—

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In the hospital room, Ariel Morris’s phone rang. She felt the position of the answer button on the screen and tapped a few times. The phone vibrated, indicating the call was connected.

"Hello... Okay, I understand... Thank you, Brother Langdon."

Ariel Morris hung up the phone, her face heavy.

Arlo Seys glanced at her and asked, "What’s wrong? Is there news from your brother’s side?"

Ariel Morris nodded slowly, "My brother fell into a coma but has been found. Now Jose Floyd and Nicole are bringing my brother to Central Hospital. But Lydia Brooke... still hasn’t been found."

Arlo Seys held Ariel Morris’s cold fingers, "Finding one person is still good news. I’ll ask the police to continue searching. Your brother is okay now, you should be relieved."

"But if something happened to Lydia Brooke, my brother... If he finds out..."

Arlo Seys understood her meaning and didn’t speak.

Jorge Saxton loves Lydia Brooke just as he loves Ariel. If something happened to Ariel, he wouldn’t be calm either.

With this incident, the Saxton Family has truly hit the end of the road this time.

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Jorge Saxton was rushed to Central Hospital for emergency treatment.

The Seys Family knows he is Ariel Morris’s biological brother. Evan Seys and Veralina Quinn accompanied Ariel Morris, representing the Seys Family, waiting at the doors of the emergency room.

Jose Floyd and Nicole were also waiting there.

For the first time, facing the Seys Family head-on, Jose Floyd shook hands with Evan Seys, his expression still cold and indifferent.

Evan Seys couldn’t help but feel a sense of admiration for the young Jorge Saxton and Jose Floyd, who were able to establish Summit International. The Yangtze River’s waves push the old waves, blue surpassing blue. While looking at Jose Floyd, his gaze carried a hint of appreciation.

Nicole deliberately kept a bit of distance standing from Jose Floyd, witnessing Evan Seys’s gaze and couldn’t help but think: If my uncle knew the person he shook hands with is the new boss managing the Restricted District, what would his reaction be? Would he still carry such admiration?

Nicole smiled, amused at her own cunning thoughts.

Her faint smile fell into Jose Floyd’s eyes, appearing refreshing and natural, pure and untainted, momentarily blurring his focus.

Jorge Saxton primarily fell into a coma from too much seawater inhalation but wasn’t seriously harmed, and soon was brought out of the emergency room.

Jorge Saxton regained consciousness more than three hours later.

Jorge Saxton surveyed the room briefly, his voice slightly hoarse as he spoke the first words: "Where’s Lydia?"

"Brother, you’re awake?" Ariel Morris heard his voice and smiled slightly, "Luckily you’re okay, you scared me to death."

"Jorge." Jose Floyd and the late-arriving Langdon Seal simultaneously called out.

"Where’s Lydia?" Jorge Saxton asked again, his voice icy.

"Lydia Brooke..." Langdon Seal hesitated for a moment, truthfully replied, "Still hasn’t been found."

Jorge Saxton pulled aside the blanket, intending to get up. Standing by the bedside, Ariel Morris heard the commotion and hurriedly reached out to stop him, "Brother, you need to rest for a while; you just woke up! The police are still searching, and we’ll be informed immediately as soon as there’s news!"

Ariel Morris, unable to see, reached out but didn’t touch Jorge Saxton’s body, causing herself to fall onto the bed.

"Ariel!" Langdon Seal exclaimed.

Jorge Saxton immediately returned to his senses, supporting Ariel Morris, looking into her eyes, hoarsely spoke, "Ariel, your eyes—"

Ariel Morris smiled lightly, "Blind. Can’t see anything anymore, so brother, don’t let anything happen to you again. Otherwise, who would take care of this blind person for a lifetime, right?"

"Don’t talk nonsense!" Jorge Saxton admonished, pained. "I will surely find a way to cure your eyes."