14. "Vivienne's Worry for Her Friend and Dark Deals!"

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"I'm sorry to inform everyone that Amara-san has been in an accident," the voice on the other end of the line said, the words heavy with sorrow. "She's in critical condition at the hospital."

The jovial atmosphere in the room dissipated as soon as the voice on the other end of the line delivered the devastating news. The words weighed heavy on everyone's hearts, burdening them with sorrow and despair. Ellio, in particular, felt his heart race with anxiety as he struggled to come to terms with the fact that Amara-san, their spiritual leader and guiding light, was fighting for her life.

The room fell silent, the air thick with a sense of unease as they all processed the news. Their minds were awash with worries and fears, each person grappling with their own emotions in their own way. Some sat in stunned silence, while others paced back and forth, their movements agitated and restless.

As soon as the shock began to ebb away, they quickly asked for the location of the hospital where Amara-san was being treated. They knew that time was of the essence, and every second counted in their race to reach her.

Without wasting another moment, they rushed out of the room, their faces etched with worry and concern. The once-joyful atmosphere had been replaced by a somber one, and the air crackled with tension as they made their way to the hospital.

Their journey was fraught with uncertainty, each passing minute feeling like an eternity as they hoped and prayed that Amara-san would pull through. The streets rushed past them in a blur, the sound of their hurried footsteps echoing through the empty night.

Finally, they arrived at the hospital, their hearts pounding in their chests as they made their way to the emergency ward. The scene before them was chaotic, doctors and nurses rushing back and forth, their faces tense with urgency.

Ellio and the others stood there, watching helplessly as they waited for news of Amara-san's condition. The minutes ticked by slowly, each one feeling like an eternity as they held their breath, waiting for a glimmer of hope.

In that moment, nothing else mattered. All their worries and fears were focused on Amara-san, their thoughts consumed by her well-being. They prayed that she would pull through, that their guiding light would survive this ordeal and emerge stronger than ever before.

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Belgravia, at the Sterling Mansion.

Vivienne's heart skipped a beat as she received the devastating news of her friend's accident. She couldn't believe it, as Amara was perfectly fine just a few hours ago. The shock and disbelief in her voice were palpable as she spoke with her company employee.

Lucien, who had just returned home and was lounging on the couch, noticed the distress in Vivienne's voice and immediately sprang into action. "What happened, Vivi?" he asked, concerned.

"It's...it's my friend Amara. She's been in an accident!" Vivienne replied, her voice trembling with emotion.

Without a moment's hesitation, Lucien grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the door. Butler James had already parked the car outside, ready to go at a moment's notice.

Lucien helped Vivienne into the car, making sure she was comfortable before he took his place behind the wheel. He quickly punched in the location on the GPS and put his foot on the gas pedal.

The car roared to life, the sound of the engine filling the air as it sped down the road. Tires screeched as they took sharp turns, leaving a trail of dust and smoke in their wake. Lucien was an experienced driver and his skill was on full display as he expertly navigated through the busy streets.

Vivienne held on tight, her heart racing with anxiety and fear for her friend. The wind rushed through her hair as the car hurtled towards their destination, the sound of the engine drowning out all other noise.

The journey felt like an eternity, but they finally arrived at the hospital where Amara was being treated. Lucien parked the car and quickly helped Vivienne out before they both ran towards the entrance.

The scene was chaotic, with people rushing around and the sound of medical equipment beeping in the background. Vivienne's heart sank as she saw Amara lying in the hospital bed, hooked up to various machines.

But at least she was alive. And with her friends by her side, she knew Amara would pull through this.

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"Ring...Ring...Ring....!!"

The dimly lit alleyway was quiet, save for the ringing of a phone emanating from a shadowy room tucked away in the corner. The atmosphere was tense, thick with the weight of an illicit conversation taking place.

"Hello, is the target taken care of?" A woman's voice, slick and composed, pierced the silence.

"Yes, it's been done," replied a voice thick with cruelty and coldness. "I was only told to do the accident, so I don't care if the target is alive or not. That's your problem for not specifying the deal. Anyways, send the rest of the money in cash to the location I'll inform you of later."

The woman fell silent, unsure of how to respond to the man's callousness. "Yes, Mr. Razor," she muttered, her voice less confident than before.

"Hehehehe!" The man's twisted laughter echoed through the room, a chilling sound that sent shivers down the woman's spine. His expression was creepy and unsettling, his eyes scanning the information on the person who had made the deal with a calculating gleam.

"I hope you don't annoy me with this kind of job again," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Otherwise, I might have to pay a visit to your not-so-hidden Mr. Nathaniel Delacroix." The threat hung in the air like a poisonous cloud, and the woman's defeated tone only served to intensify the sense of danger.

"Yes, yes," she murmured, her words barely audible in the heavy silence on the other side of the call. "We just hope that Mr. Razor would keep his words and not expose his client's information to any third party." The tension in her voice was palpable, the fear and uncertainty making it clear that this was no ordinary business deal.

Razor guy, the cold and calculating figure at the center of the room, gave no indication of emotion as he ended the call with a curt "Goodbye then!" His eyes flickered over to the board, where images and notes were pinned in a web of connections and possibilities.

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