Half-Hearted: Mr. Sinclair, Stop the Act!-Chapter 56: Revenge and Ambush! (Revised)

Danger! Retaliation! Ambush!

These words linked together made Sienna Monroe’s breath catch instantly, her pupils narrowing sharply.

Her eyebrows furrowed involuntarily, she exhaled calmly, glanced at the time. It was currently 7:36, and there were only 33 minutes left until 8:09.

From here to Aethel Law Firm, it’s about a 20-minute drive.

But the problem is there’s a main road in between, Kensington Road, which is the most congested during the evening rush hour.

Getting stuck on that road for an hour isn’t unusual.

If she takes a detour...

She would have to take Arbor Road, which would also take half an hour, assuming there’s no traffic.

After a brief consideration, she dialed Sebastian Prescott’s number without hesitation. The ringtone sounded, but no one answered for a long time.

She dialed his WeChat call as well, but it was the same, no one answered.

Sienna Monroe’s brow furrowed tighter, her heartbeat also quickening.

Unable to reach Sebastian Prescott...

And there’s no time to rush over, she bit her lip in thought, quickly searched for Aethel Law Firm’s inquiry number online, and called.

After a few seconds, a clear voice came through the receiver, "Hello, this is Aethel Law Firm. How can I help you?"

"Hello, is Attorney Sebastian Prescott at the firm?"

The receptionist, upon hearing this, suspected she was intentionally trying to get Director Prescott’s contact information.

After all, this kind of thing happened frequently.

She asked politely, "Do you have a case you need assistance with?"

Sienna said directly, "Just tell me if he’s at the firm now. If he is, make sure he doesn’t go to the parking garage!"

The receptionist was stunned, not understanding, "Director Prescott is out on business today, he’s not at the firm right now. You said he shouldn’t go to the parking garage, is there a..."

"Will he come back to the firm tonight?"

"I’m not really sure about that, Director Prescott often works late..."

If Sebastian Prescott drives back to the firm, he would still go to that parking garage.

Sienna said "Thank you" and hung up. The time was now 7:41.

Her heart was pounding, her thoughts racing, constantly reminding herself not to panic, not to lose control.

If she panicked now, it would only make the situation worse.

She clenched her fists and pondered carefully.

If she called the police, she didn’t know where exactly in the parking garage the situation was occurring, nor did she know when the person might appear.

Moreover, it would pose a significant risk to her. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

How would she know the person would be ambushing in the parking garage?

If the police asked, it would be very troublesome.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind quickly, she grasped it and immediately dialed another number, "Peter Caldwell, you need to send someone to Vantage Parking Garage near Aethel Law Firm right away."

The middle-aged man on the other end was slightly stunned, without suspicion, "Yes, I’ll head there immediately."

He hung up the phone and immediately called someone to head to Vantage Parking Garage together.

Sienna Monroe breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Preston Brothers Security is a bodyguard company, coincidentally not far from Aethel Law Firm, just two or three kilometers away, much closer than her starting from the art museum.

Moreover, bodyguards are much more reliable than she was.

In the elite families of Imperial City, everyone generally has at least two bodyguards accompanying them on outings.

Especially business people.

Caleb Sinclair is always accompanied by bodyguards, including at the villa where they’re living now, they’re guarded regularly by bodyguards.

Sienna Monroe doesn’t like people following her around, being surrounded by people, so she rarely even has a driver for her daily outings.

Peter Caldwell and three other bodyguards were hired by herself, and she could command them as she pleased.

Without delay, she grabbed her coat and bag and quickly left the office, knowing she couldn’t take Kensington Road, or she’d be stuck in a traffic jam for who knows how long.

She had to take Arbor Road.

But as she walked into the office area, she saw Vivian Nash, looking fragile and about to fall over from the wind, stepping out of the elevator, holding a document in her hands.

Her face was exceedingly pale, her eyes wet, looking pitiable.

She hadn’t looked well all day, clearly catching a cold.

A few people tried convincing her to take a sick leave and get treatment at a hospital, but she just smiled it off.

Seeing Sienna Monroe about to leave with her bag, her eyes brightened a bit.

She planned to pretend to faint after Sienna left, so the hospital could notify Caleb Sinclair, who wouldn’t avoid her contact at that time.

This act of playing the victim convincingly might well bring Caleb Sinclair back around.

"Sienna, heading out for the day?" she asked softly, covering her lips with her hand.

"Yeah," Sienna responded blandly, noticing Vivian’s state, unsure what she was plotting, she frowned and added, "If you have a cold, you should head back early. The art museum has dozens of people, and a large number of visitors daily. If it spreads, it’s not a small issue."

A slight embarrassment flashed across Vivian Nash’s face, replaced quickly with an innocent look, "I misunderstood, didn’t I? I thought with the art museum being short-staffed, I took leave yesterday for the day, so I thought I couldn’t back down today..."

"Go back early."

Sienna didn’t have time to listen to her lament, claiming how selfless she was, leaving these four words, she went directly into the elevator.

Sebastian Prescott went out to discuss a case today, having left around ten o’clock in the morning, and with plenty of work to go through, he returned to the law firm after eating.

The parking garage lights were dim. Just as the car was about to enter the parking space, a dull sound was heard, and the right tire suddenly sank.

Sebastian paused, taking his foot off the gas, unfastened his seatbelt, and pushed open the car door to get out.

He immediately noticed a large thumbtack stuck in the tire.

He furrowed his brows, while a peculiar breeze swept past his ears.

With so many years in the legal industry, he’s offended quite a few people, and retaliation naturally wasn’t uncommon. Up to now, his sense of danger was remarkably sharp.

The dim streetlight just cast an indistinct shadow that hadn’t fully formed into a figure. His handsome face darkened, eyes sharpening as he cleverly dodged a baseball bat swung at him, managing without even seeing the assailant’s face, to catch hold of his collar and slam his knee into the assailant’s abdomen.

The dark figure cried out in pain, struggled to resist, and swung the bat towards his head again.

Sebastian seized his wrist and twisted it with force, a miserable scream immediately piercing the sky.