Chapter 446

Isabella was over the moon when she heard what Benjamin had to say.

"That's amazing! I knew those bulletproof vests would come through!" she exclaimed, tears streaming down her face, almost fainting from the excitement.

Earlier, when they had swapped back into their own clothes from their enemies' disguises, they had taken bulletproof vests from the bodies and put them on. Not all the bad guys had been wearing them, though. Michael had only one, while Isabella had doubled up with two layers.

Benjamin quickly caught her and helped her sit down on a bench.

"Don't pass out on me now. I just saved your husband; I don't want to have to drag you into the ER next," Benjamin said, rolling his eyes.

Isabella shook her head. "Sorry, I just got too happy."

"I get it, but he'll be out soon. Let's get him to a hospital room," Benjamin said, pointing outside the emergency room.

A surgical bed was wheeled out, and there was Michael, looking pale but alive.

Isabella rushed over to him.

Michael had already woken up by then. He looked at Isabella with a tired smile.

"It's okay, babe, I'm fine. Don't worry about me," Michael said weakly.

Tears still streaming, Isabella nodded. "I'm so relieved to hear that. I'll get you to the hospital room now."

She and the other bodyguards pushed Michael into the hospital room.

Benjamin watched them go. Once they were out of sight, he called Jerry.

"I've saved Mr. Williams. You know what to do next?" Benjamin asked, his face serious. Michael was his childhood friend, and seeing him like this made him furious.

Jerry sighed in relief on the other end. "Don't worry, Mr. White. Paxton and Zoey are already dead. Next, we'll deal with his family."

Benjamin was shocked. He had been in the operating room the whole time and had no idea Paxton and Zoey were already taken care of.

"Alright. If you need any help later, just let me know." With that, Benjamin hung up and headed to Michael's hospital room.

Standing outside the door, Benjamin watched Isabella and Michael share a tender moment. He decided not to go in.

'After today, with Michael taking bullets for love, even if his identity gets exposed later, at least Isabella will be more understanding,' Benjamin thought, a smile tugging at his lips as he left.

After ending the call, Jerry called Mike to let him know Michael was out of danger.

Mike was almost in tears from the good news. "That's fantastic! I knew Mr. Williams would pull through."

Jerry's voice was icy. "This isn't over yet. Carol's running the Brown Family's affairs now. Mr. Williams mentioned that the forces backing Carol will definitely make a move and won't miss this chance. We don't need to worry. Your job is to keep the attack on Mr. and Mrs. Williams under wraps for now. Don't let John and Mason find out."

Mike nodded. "Got it. The police are in the loop. The folks in the city only know there was a shootout, but they have no clue who was involved."

Satisfied, Jerry hung up, waiting for Carol's next move.

Meanwhile, Carol was on the phone with a man.

"I can't believe it, they actually pulled it off," the man said, sounding amazed.

"So, when are you planning to make your move?" Carol asked.

The man replied, "Actually, I've already started."

At that moment, in various companies of the Brown Family, the Taylor Family members who got the message had already begun to act.

Dominic Grant, a senior executive sent by Paxton, held significant power in one of the companies. Although there were three other Taylor Family members in similar positions, their combined influence didn't match Dominic's.

Dominic could easily control the other three, who had to constantly cater to him to keep their shaky positions.

Dominic's favorite hobby was horse racing, and he had bet on the number 9 horse. Clutching his ticket, he yelled at the live broadcast, "Come on, number 9, you're the ghost in the night, you can't lose, I'm counting on you to make me a big profit!"

He watched the black number 9 horse intently, cheering as it pulled ahead and neared the finish line.

"Yes, it looks like I finally won this time!" Dominic shouted, but then a red number 13 horse surged ahead by a nose and won the race.

"Damn it, number 13, I've lost again!" Dominic tore up his ticket in frustration.

"Money's running low again. I'll have to hit up those three guys for cash," he thought, referring to the other executives.

Suddenly, the office door swung open, and the three executives walked in.

Dominic smiled at them, but their expressions made him uneasy.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Dominic asked, puzzled by the disdain and mockery in their eyes.

One of the executives sneered, "Dominic, you've embezzled a lot of company funds over the years. The police are here to arrest you. Come with us."

Dominic was stunned as several police officers walked in with arrest warrants.

"Dominic, you're under arrest for embezzling company funds," one of the officers said coldly.

Furious, Dominic slammed his fist on the table. "Do you three idiots know the consequences of crossing me? I'll call Mr. Brown right now."

But before he could reach for the phone, he was handcuffed.

One of the officers said flatly, "Paxton is already dead. He won't be taking your call."