Page 33 of Billionaire’s Heartbreak

Laura frowned. “How? You mean doctors would abandon their jobs just to treat Dannie?”

“No. They’re medical teams hired by the jet company. They stay on call for situations like this.”

Laura stared at me, then blinked again. “You mean… they sit around all day doing nothing, waiting for people like you to get sick, so they can fly you across the world to the best hospital?”

“Yeah. People like me.” I explained calmly. “Rich enough to solve problems with money. Rich enough to make the impossible happen.”

For a second, the old guilt—about being rich—tried to creep in.

Not today.

I straightened, meeting her stare. “And it’s worth every penny. Because right now, those doctors can save your brother’s life.”

Laura blinked and nodded slowly. “You fly straight to New York. No hospital in Hong Kong. No records. No rumors. No one knows where Dannie is or that he’s sick.”

I sucked in a sharp breath. “That’s not possible. Everyone here saw him collapse⁠—”

“No one will talk,” Laura interrupted, her voice was quiet and cold. “I’ll make sure of it.” She glanced toward the door. “Unless they’re tired of living.”

Something uneasy twisted in my gut. I couldn’t imagine what kind of violence she was capable of inflicting on people.

June looked between us. “Then what?”

“We do whatever you think is best once we get to New York.”

Exactly what Lincoln wanted. He knew June couldn’t think clearly right now. Once Dannie was stable, she would make the right call.

June closed her eyes briefly. When she opened them, the anger remained, but something else had replaced it.

Trust.

“Okay,” she said quietly.

I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.

“So…” I turned to Laura. “Where’s the back exit?”

“I’ll take you.”

“Make sure no one sees us.”

Her lips curved slightly. “Of course.”

She headed toward the side door leading to the stairwell.

We had barely reached it when a loud crash echoed from downstairs. Something shattered—glass, maybe plates—followe by another sharp snap and voices shouting over each other.

Not arguing. But something else.

I stopped and looked at Laura. “Did you hear that?”

June nodded, eyes wide. “That doesn’t sound good.”

Another crash came from below, followed by someone yelling in Cantonese and the heavy thud of something hitting the floor. Laura’s calm mask slipped.

“You must leave now,” she said quickly. “Right now.”

Another shout came from downstairs, followed by the unmistakable clang of metal against metal.