When His Perfect Mask Shattered I Awoke (Anneliese) novel Chapter 30

Chapter 30 Countdown to Crisis

A light sheen of sweat had broken out on Zion’s forehead. This was getting out of hand.

If the blood didn’t make it in time and the pregnant woman had complications, AeroAir would be in deep trouble.

Jonathan had only just returned to the country and taken his place at AeroAir’s headquarters a month ago. As the young heir, he was already under heavy scrutiny. This was not the time for anything to go wrong.

“The status on the helicopter?” Jonathan asked calmly.

His voice was even, his expression composed. There was no panic–just steady, focused control.

“It’s already in the air, but it’s still at least ten minutes out. We’re not going to make it in time…”

Jonathan turned toward Logan, the bespectacled engineer sitting at a nearby computer. “What’s the update, Logan?”

Logan Winters, somewhere in his late thirties or early forties, was dressed in a checkered shirt, thick glasses perched on his nose–a textbook tech guy. He was mapping out drone routes, but so far, none of them were working.

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Sweat trickled down his temples, and his hands trembled slightly over the keyboard. Being singled out by name only piled on the pressure.

“Mr. Fullbuster, I’ve tried multiple routes, but none of them get us there fast enough. The biggest issue is getting from here to St. Aurora Medical Center–we’d have to pass through the old housing district. The power grid over there is a mess. If we reroute around it, we lose over ten minutes. If we go through, we risk delays anyway…”

“I want a solution, not excuses.”

“I–I’ll keep trying, but I…”

Sensing his hesitation, Jonathan turned swiftly to Zion.

“Put out a citywide call–see if anyone near St. Aurora Medical Center has Rh–negative blood and can donate immediately. AeroAir will offer a generous reward.

“Get the patient’s family to the hospital right away. Prep them for the worst, but do it gently- make sure they won’t have any regrets.

“Tell PR to prepare two contingency plans. Monitor the media closely.

“And send a motorcycle to Pinecrest Avenue. Try to get one of Nexa’s top engineers here–fast.

Zion nodded and rushed to carry out the orders.

Jonathan turned back to Logan, who was still working on the route. “What’s the farthest point we can realistically reach in time?”

Logan wiped his face. “Maybe… Mistfall Avenue.”

“If the drone lands there, could someone drive the rest of the way to St. Aurora Medical Center in time?”

Logan’s eyes lit up, but he soon shook his head. “Unlikely. That stretch of Mistfall Avenue is under construction…”

His voice trailed off, and sweat started running down into his eyes.

Then, from the back of the place, a clear female voice rose above the tension.

“Mr. Fullbuster? Can I take a look?”

Jonathan turned and spotted her immediately–Anneliese, waving at him from the edge of the crowd.

Her eyes sparkled, bright with urgency.

“Ms. Claude? What’s she doing here? Mr. Fullbuster, I’ll escort her out.”

This was the last thing they needed–more chaos.

Zion had just finished his call and was about to turn around when he heard Jonathan say, “Bring her over.”

Zion froze.

This was bad. Jonathan was clearly letting personal feelings interfere, but Zion had always been the type to follow orders without delay–even if he didn’t get it, even if he didn’t agree.

So, without another word, he headed straight for Anneliese and signaled the others to let her through.

She jogged up to Jonathan’s side, her eyes locked on the computer. “Mind if I try?”

Logan looked up, his eyes pausing briefly on Anneliese’s striking, youthful face. His tone was laced with barely disguised contempt.

“You know what you’re doing? This isn’t some game–if you waste time, you-”

“Whether I do or not is beside the point,” Anneliese cut in smoothly. “What’s clear is–you don’t.”

Logan opened his mouth to argue, but Jonathan’s voice sliced through the tension.

“Stand up.

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