Alpha's Regret the Luna is Secret Heiress (by Sylvia) novel Chapter 333

Chapter 255: The Fraud Ring’s Trap

(Olivia’s POV)

I adjusted my briefcase and checked my watch as I prepared for another court session. Connor had flown to Deepwater City early this morning for the International Business Summit. His absence left an unexpected void in my day.

The Rivers Pack Holdings case required my full attention. I’d spent weeks preparing the documentation. Every contract clause had been reviewed twice.

My phone buzzed with a text from Connor: “Summit starts in an hour. Miss you already, Livvy.”

I smiled despite myself. The urge to call him was strong. But I knew better than to interrupt his important meetings.

The courthouse steps felt familiar under my heels. Another successful hearing behind me. The judge had ruled in our favor on all major points.

Traffic crawled as we approached Moonlaw Legal Services. The lunch hour rush created its usual chaos. Emma navigated the congested streets with practiced patience.

“Ms. Winters, we should reach the office in ten minutes,” Emma said.

I nodded, reviewing my notes from the hearing. The Rivers Pack Holdings victory would please Connor when he returned.

Suddenly, an elderly figure stumbled into our path. The man collapsed directly in front of my Moonlight Silver Porsche Panamera.

“Stop the car!” I commanded.

Emma hit the brakes immediately. The elderly man lay motionless on the asphalt. His frail body seemed genuinely injured.

“Emma, start recording everything,” I instructed. “Make sure the Moonlight Dash Cam is running.”

We both exited the vehicle quickly. The man appeared to be in his seventies. His gray hair was disheveled and his face contorted in pain.

“Sir, are you alright?” I knelt beside him carefully.

The old man moaned softly. His eyes fluttered open and closed. This didn’t look like an act.

“My head,” he whispered weakly. “Everything hurts.”

I pulled out my phone immediately. “I’m calling an ambulance.”

The emergency operator answered on the second ring. “Harbor City Emergency Services.”

“I need an ambulance at Moonlaw Legal Services Street Entrance,” I said. “An elderly man has collapsed. He appears to have head trauma.”

“Ambulance dispatched. ETA five minutes.”

The man’s breathing was labored. His skin had turned an alarming shade of pale. Whatever was happening seemed genuinely serious.

“Stay with us, sir,” I said gently. “Help is coming.”

Emma kept the camera rolling. The footage would be crucial if questions arose later. My lawyer instincts never fully switched off.

The ambulance arrived with sirens wailing. Paramedics quickly assessed the situation. Their professional demeanor suggested real medical concern.

“Possible cerebral hemorrhage,” one paramedic announced. “We need to get him to Harbor City Memorial Hospital immediately.”

They loaded Harold Blackstone onto a stretcher. His condition appeared critical. I felt genuine worry for the elderly stranger.

“We’ll follow to the hospital,” I told Emma.

The Intensive Care Unit buzzed with activity. Doctors worked quickly to stabilize Harold. Their urgent movements confirmed the severity of his condition.

A middle–aged couple rushed through the hospital doors. Behind them walked a younger man in his twenties. Their distressed expressions marked them as family.

“Are you the woman who helped our father?” the older man asked.

I nodded. “Yes, I called the ambulance when he collapsed.”

I stared at him in disbelief. “You’re more concerned about money than your father’s health?”

“Don’t lecture me about family,” Robert snapped. “Three million for medical expenses, nutrition, and long–term care.”

“Absolutely not,” I said firmly.

Linda stepped forward with a threatening expression. “Then you’ll go to jail for assault. We have witnesses.”

I almost laughed. “Please, call the police. I’d welcome their investigation.”

Robert’s confidence wavered. “Fine. Two million then.”

“Your demands keep changing,” I observed with amusement. “First three million, now two. What’s next?”

Robert’s face flushed with anger. “You think this is funny?”

He lunged toward me with surprising aggression. But Emma moved faster. My driver intercepted Robert with a precise strike to his shoulder.

Robert crumpled to the ground with a cry of pain. Marcus rushed to help his father but Emma easily subdued him too.

“You assaulted my husband!” Linda shrieked. “I’m calling the police right now!”

“Please do,” I encouraged her. “I’d love to explain this situation to the authorities.”

Linda fumbled for her phone with shaking hands. She dialed emergency services while Robert writhed on the pavement.

“No!” Robert protested weakly. “Linda, don’t call them!”

But his wife had already connected. “Police? I need help at Harbor City Memorial Hospital. We’re being attacked!”

I watched the unfolding drama with professional detachment. Robert’s panic confirmed my suspicions about their fraudulent scheme.

The irony was delicious. They’d tried to scam me and ended up calling the police on themselves.