The masked men watched from the shadows as Jéan carried their prey into her car and drove off. The first man who had walked up to Elizabeth's door pulled out his phone and dialed a number.
"She got away."
"That's okay." The lady replied with a hum. "That's enough to scare her for now. Our instructions were not to kill her."
"Noted." He hung up, signaled to his partner and they left the side of the building they were hiding.
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Jéan contemplated whether she should take Elizabeth to the hospital or just take her straight home and check on her wounds herself.
She weighed her options; taking her to the hospital would cause another spurge of different headlines. She didn't want to put her personal assistant under more stress after the events of today.
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