She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor-Chapter 168 - Hope Williams Goes Missing

Chapter 168: Chapter 168 Hope Williams Goes Missing

“Is Hope here?” Waylon Lewis saw Aurora Wood, whom he remembered being with Hope before.

Wood was taken aback. Though she didn’t know his name, she recognized at a glance that Waylon Lewis was the man from Hope’s birthday party. She immediately replied, “Hope hasn’t come to work yet.”

“When did she go home last night?”

“Last night?” Wood scratched her head. “On-call doctors usually get off work at 10:30 PM. Hope probably left around then.”

She left at 10:30 PM.

Waylon Lewis quickly opened his phone. Hope had called him at 11 last night, which meant she had called him after returning home.

Maybe at that moment, she was encountering danger and trying to call him for help.

But he had wanted them both to cool down and had hung up her phone…

Waylon Lewis felt like slapping himself hard!

Damn it!

Thomas Hughes called back, “Boss, Miss Williams’s car entered the apartment at 10:45 PM and didn’t come out again. Following the surveillance to the garage, we found the garage’s cameras destroyed. But we discovered signs of a struggle and bloodstains next to Miss Williams’s car…”

Waylon Lewis felt his heart sink.

That meant Hope was kidnapped, and she was injured!

Waylon Lewis’s eyes darkened with rage, “Search, start searching right now. Deploy everyone to look for her.”

“Yes, Boss.”

Please be okay.

Waylon Lewis didn’t believe in god, but now he was praying desperately.

Who could it be? Who could have kidnapped Hope?

Waylon Lewis replayed faces in his mind repeatedly.

Suddenly, he froze.

Waylon Lewis stomped on the accelerator. The car swiftly backed out, the steering wheel spun sharply, and the roaring sound was excessively jarring.

In the car, Waylon Lewis called Andrew Morris.

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“What’s wrong, Brother Waylon?”

“Where is Weston Morris?”

Andrew Morris was startled by Waylon Lewis’s grim voice, “My brother? He’s at home right now… Hello? Hello?”

The call ended!

Waylon Lewis floored it toward the old Morris family mansion and ordered Wyatt Lewis to take people to the Fuller residence.

When Waylon Lewis burst into the Morris family home with his entourage, Christian Morris, who was sitting in the living room, jumped in shock.

Having already been depressed about a canceled cooperation, Christian Morris had no idea what killing intent Waylon Lewis was bringing into his home now.

They had already been hit, the cooperation was called off, their family had paid such a high price, and now here he was, showing up to kill them?

“Search everyone!”

“What are you… What are you doing? Waylon Lewis, what are you doing?”

He was, after all, an elder. He was right there, and without his consent, Waylon Lewis was searching his house as if he were thin air?

Was there no law left?

“Stop, all of you stop!”

No one listened!

Clearly, the Lewis family’s people only followed Waylon Lewis’s orders.

Waylon Lewis just stood coldly in the lobby, glaring at Christian Morris, “Call Weston Morris out.”

“Weston? How did he provoke you now?”

What on earth did they do to deserve this?

“President Lewis is looking for me?” A ghostly voice descended from the stairs.

Waylon Lewis glanced over, gave Thomas Hughes a look, and Hughes immediately went to press Weston Morris down the stairs.

“What is this? A raid?” Weston Morris smiled, looking at Waylon Lewis nonchalantly.

Waylon Lewis glowered at the man before him, “Hope Williams, where is she?”

“You’re asking me about your wife?” Weston Morris smirked derisively.

No sooner had he finished speaking than Waylon Lewis violently grabbed the ashtray from the coffee table and hurled it at Weston Morris’s head.

“Bang!”

The glass ornament brutally struck him on the head, shattering violently, falling to the floor, its pieces scattering all over.

Weston Morris grunted softly, and his entire figure suddenly collapsed to the side. Waylon Lewis stepped forward and grabbed Weston’s collar, “I’ll ask you once again, where is Hope Williams?”

Weston’s mouth curved into an unusually eerie smile, “I said, I don’t! Know!”

“Boss, we have searched everywhere, there’s no one.”

“Boss hasn’t found any suspicious places.”

“Boss, there’s no one…”

Weston chuckled, “I’ve told you there is no one. You lose your wife and come to me for answers? Don’t push me too far, Waylon Lewis.”

Waylon suddenly let go of Weston, who casually wiped the blood from the corner of his forehead, laughing, “If you don’t believe me, you’re more than welcome to turn the entire Morris estate upside down and shake it out, to see if you can shake your wife out of it, huh?”

Waylon’s deep eyes swept over him, and without lingering, he walked towards the door. After a few steps, he turned back, his remarkably handsome face filled with a sense of oppression, and said in a cold voice,

“Weston Morris, if anything happens to Hope Williams, I swear I’ll level your Morris estate to the ground. You all better pray she comes back safe and sound.”

Weston Morris was still smiling carelessly, but the moment Waylon Lewis stepped out the door, Weston’s expression turned extremely unsightly, kicking the coffee table with fierce anger.

Waylon didn’t believe a word Weston said. If Hope Williams had truly been kidnapped, he and Joy Ward were the prime suspects.

“Surround the Morris estate. As long as Hope Williams doesn’t return, no one from the Morris Family gets through.”

“Yes.”

In the cold light of the hidden room, Hope Williams’ breath was weak, the coldness piercing through her body caused her to curl up.

When the door of the dark room opened, Weston Morris entered, lifted Hope’s chin with a light tone, saying, “Waylon Lewis just came. I didn’t expect him to suspect me so soon.”

Hope Williams lowered her eyes.

“It’s a pity he didn’t find you, and he left again.”

Weston wrapped his arm around her slender waist and bent down, his head burying into the nape of her neck.

The subtle breath at such close range wafted onto her skin. Hope Williams felt disgusting, desperately wanting to escape, but the man held her tightly.

“Damn it, let me go.”

Her already bruised body ached unbearably due to his forceful restraint.

The man sneered, his gaze suddenly shifting below her neck, tearing her clothes apart, exposing her skin to the cold air.

Hope Williams’ mind went blank.

She tried to block with her hands but was pinned to the ground, unable to move.

“If you would just follow me, would you be willing to come with me? I’ll let you go, how about that?”

Hope’s teeth chattered, her eyes fiercely staring at him, “Get off!”

“Ts.”

Weston Morris moved his hand to lift her soft hair, “Why are you so stubborn? Not sweet at all!”

His hands roamed down, pushing her clothes aside.

“Just kill me, kill me…” Hope struggled desperately, shaking with fear; the humiliation was worse than death itself.

Weston Morris’s eyes turned cold; she was pleading for death instead of his touch!

“What do I lack compared to Waylon Lewis, huh?”

“You’re not his equal in any way,” Hope said, her voice trembling yet firm.

“Let’s test it then. See if he can please you more, or if I can.”

Weston Morris ripped her clothes.

Her upper body chilled, Hope Williams was helpless and in utter despair.

“Who did this?”

Weston Morris suddenly stopped his actions, staring at the haunting bruises on Hope’s body, his eyes narrowing with a terrifying rage.

Anger swept through his gaze.

Just then Hope grabbed a piece of glass nearby, seizing it and stabbing it towards her heart.

Weston Morris couldn’t stop her in time, and blood splattered red into his eyes, shocking him as he watched the frenzied woman, “What are you doing?”

Hope’s eyes were filled with fierce determination, staring at him as if ready to die, “I’d rather die than let you succeed. You want something from me; all you will get is my cold, dead body.”

Hope Williams lacked the strength to resist, but she would not allow herself to be defiled by anyone, even death.

“Crazy woman.” Weston Morris pulled up her clothes and called out, “Get a doctor here, quick!”

As soon as the words fell…

A loud “boom” followed by a burst of gunshots outside.

Weston Morris’s people rushed out upon hearing the noise, only to be taken down immediately.

A man with silver hair, an ice-cold complexion stood at the doorway, as cold as the bottom of a glacial valley, with a gun slung over his shoulder, standing against the light, like a deity.