"Got it. I'll tell Mr. Rosewood." Bruce's reply was brief. He started to hang up when Landon's voice came through again. "Looks like two different groups went after Eugene. And they weren't working together." Bruce's grip on the phone tightened. He glanced toward the treatment room where Eugene stood waiting, completely still. Bruce frowned. "Here's the deal... We found two separate teams have been to the scene. One group were mercenaries—real professionals. The others were just small-time thugs, not even worth our attention." Bruce stayed silent. "The mercenaries are probably connected to those restless old men from the Rosewood family. As for the small fries... they're complete amateurs. Wait—" Landon's voice suddenly jumped, sounding both shocked and curious. "Did Eugene piss off some woman? Is this some jealous ex coming for revenge?"Bruce didn't respond. "Bruce, where is Eugene? Why isn't he answering? Are you guys safe? He's not hurt, is he?" "I'll call you back. Got to go." Bruce cut him off, hanging up before Landon could say another word. After ending the call, Bruce walked over to Eugene and quickly summarized Landon's findings. Two separate groups. Eugene's face turned even colder at the news. He already knew who wanted him dead. But that second group... that was interesting. A bunch of amateurs trying to kill him? Something didn't add up. Eugene remembered the runaway truck that had nearly hit Chloe and that innocent girl. A truck losing control on a busy street, heading straight for Chloe? No, someone was definitely targeting her. Two groups, two different targets. Each going after the other. "Mr. Rosewood, you should get your injury treated first," Bruce suggested. Eugene snapped out of his thoughts and noticed the blood on his collar. Bruce thought he was hurt, but Eugene knew better—it was Chloe's blood. It hit him then. Chloe had saved him twice. When the first shot came, she'd shoved him clear. When the next threat came, she'd pulled him in, shielding him. Her speed was unreal. She'd dodged bullets meant for him. That wasn't just quick—it was elite-level reflexes. The wife of Myers Group's CEO... No, they were divorced. She was supposed to have been a quiet homemaker. Yet she had skills that amazed him. So what else was she hiding? Now things were getting interesting.Chloe had caught his attention from their first meeting. Now, he was even more fascinated. "Mr. Rosewood, I'll call a doctor," Bruce said, turning to make the call. "I'm fine," Eugene stated firmly. "This isn't my blood." Bruce understood immediately. He said nothing more, simply stepped back and waited. David had quickly treated the cut on Chloe's face and the scrape on her arm. The bleeding stopped in no time. "Ms. Lewis, don't worry. The mark on your face will heal quickly. We used our best ointment—there won't be any scarring," David explained gently. "Thank you," Chloe replied softly. "Our staff will take you to your room. We'll assign someone to look after you. If you need anything, just ask the nurse," David said, personally walking her out of the treatment room."Actually... I'm really fine. I can walk by myself." Chloe tried to protest. "Just rest here and recover. Don't worry about the cost—it's taken care of," a deep voice interrupted. Chloe looked up and met Eugene's handsome face. "I..." Chloe started to protest, then stopped. She knew this was the city's most expensive private hospital—way beyond most people's budget. If Eugene was footing the bill, why say no? But then there was Robert... "Just tell me what you need," Eugene said, watching her internal debate. Chloe hesitated, then met his focused gaze. "It's... my son..." She needed to call Robert, but her phone was gone, lost in the earlier chaos. Eugene didn't hesitate. "Bruce, go pick up Ms. Lewis's son." "Right away, sir." Bruce gave a quick nod, then turned to Chloe. "Ms. Lewis, where is your son currently..."