Let Me Go, Mr. Howard Chapter 228

"He's made it into the building!"

The person dodging the cleaning cart below spotted him and immediately shouted.

Someone reacted quickly, rushing through the building's side entrance and heading straight for the floor where the target was located.

But even if the pursuers had lightning-fast legs, they couldn't possibly run from the first floor to the tenth floor instantly. What's more, they didn't even know what the guy looked like—how could they accurately find him in a crowded hospital?

This chase was destined to end in failure.

Finn gasped for breath, hands braced on his knees, looking up at his subordinates gradually gathering around him. He sighed in frustration. "Nothing?"

"Nothing."

Several subordinates shook their heads, their breathing equally unsteady.

Finn straightened up, irritably running his hands through his hair, glancing left and right, his lips moving constantly up and down—clearly cursing under his breath.

"Report it."

After finishing his tirade, Finn immediately yanked at his tie, his voice hoarse with anger.

His subordinates also felt the whole thing was absurd. Not only had someone been observing the hospital room through the floor-to-ceiling windows, but they'd let him escape despite such tight security!

Marco was the first to get the news.

His people had already reported to Marco the moment they detected suspicious activity.

By the time Finn's people had just sent their message, Marco had already arrived and entered the hospital room.

"Where's Letty?"

When Marco entered, he only saw the bodyguards stationed at the four corners of the room and Libbie sitting on the sofa.

He didn't need to talk to the bodyguards. He looked directly at Libbie, asking in Seraphine.

"Ms. Seymour is in the bedroom."

Seeing him, Libbie immediately stood up, speaking in a gentle tone.

Marco took off his coat, casually hanging it on the coat rack by the door, his eyes fixed on Libbie as she spoke. His initially anxious mood gradually calmed down.

Hearing that tone, he pretty much understood that Scarlett hadn't been harmed.

He nodded after Libbie finished speaking, his gaze falling on the floor-to-ceiling windows behind her, now covered with drawn curtains. "Where exactly did he appear?"

Libbie followed his gaze and nodded. "Yes, Mr. Brown and Mr. Moretti have gone after him."

Marco sat down on the sofa, followed by two bodyguards.

These were the same two who had previously been with Sebastian.

"Any idea what his purpose was?"

"Not clear yet."

The arrangement of items throughout the living room remained the same as before.

Marco glanced around but couldn't figure out what the surveillance target might have been.

"Mr. Russo."

Just as Marco was staring thoughtfully at the books casually placed on the coffee table, a greeting came from the doorway.

He looked over—it was the subordinate who had delivered the message.

"Maury."

Marco nodded, waving him in.

Behind Maury Moretti, Finn and the others stood at the entrance.

Finn hesitated at the doorway for a moment, then after consulting with the others, finally walked in.

According to the news they'd just received, Shane seemed to have just departed for Eldoria. Now, all their bodyguards would probably need to follow Marco's lead.

Marco caught sight of Finn entering from the corner of his eye but didn't stop him. Instead, he asked, "Talk. What happened?"

To make sure both men understood, Marco had to repeat that single sentence twice—once in English and once in Seraphine.

"We didn't catch him. He got away."

Both gave the same answer.

This obviously wasn't what Marco wanted to hear.

He raised his hand, cutting off their attempts to continue speaking, his tone flat and slightly slower. "I don't want to know that. Tell me something I don't already know."

Maury stood empty-handed at the door, as did Finn.

Anyone could see they hadn't caught their target, so reporting such obvious information was just wasting Marco's time.

"Looked like he was Latino, probably not that old—somewhere between his twenties and thirties."

Maury spoke calmly. Having worked with Marco for years, he knew exactly what kind of answer his boss wanted.

Finn couldn't understand Seraphine, but seeing Maury talk for so long made him nervous. When Marco looked his way, he hesitated briefly, then began analyzing what he'd seen of the suspect.

He hadn't gone to the first floor or the roof, instead staying positioned on the fifteenth floor.

When he heard his subordinates shouting, he immediately ran downstairs.

He'd spotted the suspect in the stairwell. The guy wore a hat, making his face hard to identify, but his legs were clearly different lengths—obviously so.

This made him run slowly.

However, at that point Finn was nearly three floors behind him.

Looking down through the gaps in the stair railings, he could only see the suspect in cleaning staff uniform and hat, limping his way downstairs.

"He's got a limp." Finn frowned, carefully recalling what he'd seen in the stairwell. "His legs are uneven lengths—the left one's shorter."

He'd followed the man all the way down to the third floor.

The third floor's fire door slammed with a loud bang. When Finn caught up, he saw the suspect being escorted by two men in black, taking the west elevator to the basement level.

Although he'd immediately alerted his subordinates, the suspect had clearly come prepared.

By the time his people reached the parking garage, there was no trace of anyone on the basement level.

Hearing such a clear description, Marco's gaze toward Finn grew intense. "A limp?"

With this description, combined with Maury's earlier details, the number of people fitting the criteria would drop significantly, and their chances of finding him would improve.

Marco fell silent for a moment, integrating both descriptions and repeating them to each man in their respective languages. "Take this information and find him. Leave seven people here—three inside, four outside. And don't open those curtains anymore."

He spoke in both English and Seraphine.

Everyone in the room understood his meaning.

Scarlett could faintly hear the conversation from the bedroom, but she didn't move—just lay on the bed holding the book she'd been partially reading.

To prevent anyone else from secretly observing through the windows, the bedroom curtains had also been drawn.

She'd only read for a short while before her thoughts became consumed by the man who'd appeared outside the window.

Why had he shown up there, and what was his purpose?

Lost in these thoughts, Scarlett couldn't focus on reading. She closed the book and got up from the bed, frowning as she walked toward the window.

The bedroom had the same floor-to-ceiling windows as the living room.

Scarlett pulled back just a bit of the curtain, poking only her head out to look. It was noon now, and the winter sunlight wasn't harsh. There were no tall buildings outside the window—just an asphalt road, and beyond that, the beach.

The seawater sparkled like scattered gold in the sunlight, a transparent blue like a polished sapphire spread across the horizon, beautiful enough to leave one speechless.

She watched for a while before remembering her original purpose, lifting her gaze to look into the distance.