Chapter 149: CH 149: Ajax’s secret plan
Anthony left his office, his footsteps echoing through the corridors as he made his way to the room where the two kids were being held. Although they were locked in, they were still treated with a modicum of care, being fed regularly and provided for like children in need of protection. Anthony’s thoughts were consumed by the information they had provided, and he was determined to learn more.
As he reached the room, he was met with an unexpected sight: the door was open, swinging gently on its hinges. For a moment, Anthony paused, his brow furrowed in concern. Why was the door open? He acted quickly, pushing aside his doubts and stepping inside the room. The sight that greeted him was one of chaos.
"What’s happening?" Ajax asked, his voice laced with confusion, but Anthony didn’t respond. Instead, he rushed forward, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on a figure lying on the ground. The man was passed out, his body limp and still. Anthony’s gaze narrowed as he took in the scene. It was the fellow who had been tasked with serving food to the two kids. They must have attacked him when he came in, taking advantage of the fact that their hands weren’t bound.
Anthony checked the man’s pulse, relief washing over him as he felt a steady beat. He was still alive. But his expression turned serious as he turned to Ajax. "Go now, find those two kids for me," he ordered, his voice firm and commanding. "They must be among the crowd."
Ajax didn’t hesitate, immediately rushing off to carry out Anthony’s order. The sound of his footsteps faded into the distance as Anthony remained behind, his eyes fixed on the unconscious man.
Anthony’s eyes scanned the room, taking in every detail as he tried to piece together what had happened. He examined the floor, the furniture, and the air vents, searching for any clues that might reveal how the kids had managed to escape. After a few minutes of searching, he decided to leave the room and join the search for the two kids. He gently helped the passed-out man to his feet, supporting him as they made their way out of the room.
As they walked, Anthony’s gaze fell on the clinic, and he guided the man towards it. The attendants rushed to assist, carefully lifting the man onto a stretcher. Anthony watched as they tended to him, before turning to seek out the matron.
"Please take care of him," Anthony said, his voice filled with concern.
The matron smiled, her expression warm and reassuring. "Of course, I always do," she replied, her words dripping with confidence.
Anthony nodded, a hint of a smile on his face. "Thank you," he said, before turning to leave.