Chapter 5: Edward Frost's Conspiracy to Save the Brock Group

The siren of the ambulance came, and Mr. Brock was quickly carried onto a stretcher by the nurses. Although he was covered in blood, he was still alive. This was the only hope, and Annabelle Brock directly helped him to send him to the ambulance.

She was going to get into the ambulance with her, but her legs gave way and she fell dizzily. At the critical moment, someone helped her.

"It seems that you can't do without me." The young man in casual clothes directly hugged Annabelle Brock horizontally.

The person who spoke was Annabelle Brock's childhood friend Edward Frost, who grew up in the same compound and was a childhood sweetheart.

It's not that Mr. Brock never thought about marrying the Frost family and the Brock family, but both were rejected by Annabelle Brock.

He was also the one who sent Annabelle Brock the news of the Brock Group accident this morning.

"How did you come?"

"After I sent you the message, I took the fastest flight back." Edward Frost said, holding her and walking towards a sports car behind, "But it's still a bit late."

Looking at the handsome face in front of her, Annabelle Brock's heart warmed up little by little.

Edward Frost was like her salvation.

With such a good bamboo horse by her side for many years, how did she fall in love with Callan Clay at first glance?

Still in this loveless marriage, she lived in an extremely humble way for three years.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, Callan Clay frowned, and looked at a sports car parked at the entrance of the building. The man carried Annabelle Brock into the car and carefully fastened her seat belt.

His face became more and more gloomy.

I haven't seen her for a few days, and this woman has an extra flower protector by her side, no wonder she dared to speak to him in the same tone as before.

"The Brock family and the Frost family are aristocratic families. The relationship between Ms. Brock and Mr. Frost has always been good." The assistant followed his gaze and spoke at the right time.

After three years of marriage, Callan Clay never really got to know Annabelle Brock, and knew nothing about her private life and circle of friends.

Now when he heard 'Frost family', his eyes were like ice cubes in a cold pool, "Is that the Frost family who grabbed several deals from Clay Group?"

Assistant, "... yes."

He wanted to say something more, but seeing Callan Clay's gloomy face, he kept silent.

It wasn't until Callan Clay walked towards the door that he quickly followed.

When Callan Clay got into the car, he tugged on his tie, his gloomy expression seemed to be still thinking about what happened just now, his breath was obviously unstable, and the assistant didn't dare to say a word, for fear of touching the man's scales.

After a long time, a man's cold voice finally sounded in the car, "Go and investigate, today's matter."

"Yes, Mr. Clay."

　　……

In the hospital, when Annabelle Brock opened her eyes, all she saw was a white patch on her head. Looking around, there was no one in the ward.

Edward Frost didn't know where he was going either.

Until the door of the ward was pushed open, a woman in luxurious clothes walked in quickly, "Why did you divorce Callan Clay without even saying hello? Did you intend to kill our Brock family? If it wasn't for your father Fate is bad, if the famous brain doctor from Canada—Mr.

A slap fell on the face, slapping Annabelle Brock in a messy way, and her ears were buzzing.

She had long been accustomed to Kaydence Maddox's domineering appearance, and said with scarlet eyes, "Don't worry, you won't die, the scourge will last for thousands of years, how could you die so easily."

But after hearing that Mr. Brock was not dead, she was actually glad.

It's just that she didn't want to admit the sliver of happiness in her heart.

All these years, she has been a tool used by Mr. Brock and Mrs. Brock. The patriarchal parents don't care about her life at all.

They only have the interests of Ayden Brock and the Brock Group in mind.

"You are alive, but you are just a vegetative person. Whether you can wake up in this life depends on good fortune! Are you satisfied now? Your brother is still in prison, and your father is dead like this. I don't know that the Brock family has you so much." What's the use of a daughter!" Kaydence Maddox was annoyed at seeing her like this, and wanted to pinch Annabelle Brock's ear.

Just being bumped into by Edward Frost who was returning to the ward, Edward Frost quickly put down the bento he had just bought.

"Auntie! Auntie!"

He took a long legged step and stood in front of Annabelle Brock's hospital bed in three steps at a time. "Annabelle is still recovering. If you have something to say, don't get angry!"

"Speak well? Look at her like this, can I talk to her well?! Brock Group was really hurt by her this time!" Kaydence Maddox was furious, pointing at Annabelle Brock and cursing.

But cursing and cursing, suspicious eyes turned to Edward Frost.

Edward Frost and the Brock family were family friends, and she knew that Edward Frost had always liked Annabelle Brock.

Now without the blessing of such a big tree as Callan Clay, it is not bad to settle for the second best.

Thinking of this, Kaydence Maddox immediately had an idea in his mind, and grabbed Edward Frost's hand, "Edward, at this juncture, you are still willing to stay with Annabelle, which really touches Auntie. Are you..."

"Ahem!" Annabelle Brock knew what was going on in her mind at a glance, and said coldly, "As long as you can put your messy thoughts on the Brock family's business, the Brock family will not fall into this situation." ."

"What are you talking about, stinky girl!" Liu Fangqing became angry again, and wanted to go over Bai Bin to find Tang Fengyue to settle the score.

Edward Frost quickly gestured to Annabelle Brock to say something nice, but Annabelle Brock acted as if she hadn't seen it.

There was never a calm conversation between her and Kaydence Maddox.

"Auntie!" Edward Frost naturally knew what Kaydence Maddox meant, but he really didn't want to embarrass Annabelle Brock when it came to emotional matters.

He stopped Kaydence Maddox's outstretched hand, "I do have an idea, maybe I can help the Brock Group. But anyway, this matter needs to be discussed after Annabelle has fully recovered her body."

The room fell silent for an instant.

In addition to the shocked Kaydence Maddox, Annabelle Brock also raised her eyes and pulled a wrinkle with her hands grabbing the quilt with a little force, betraying her emotions at the moment.

Brock Group is Baylor Brock's lifelong painstaking effort. She has witnessed it grow from a dozen people to nearly ten thousand people. The future heir is Ayden Brock. She has no way to watch others destroy Brock Group.

And based on what she knew about Baylor Brock, he didn't have the guts to go out and owe the three billion in debt, there must be something strange in it.

　　……

A few days later, Annabelle Brock, who had regained her vitality, sat in the passenger seat of a Bentley in a light tube top dress, "Are you sure this trick will work?"

Edward Frost bent down to fasten her seat belt, and tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, "I have inquired, Mr. Lucero will also attend today's charity gala. He is currently the second largest shareholder in Brock Group after Callan Clay, if If you can take his shares, then Callan Clay will not become the chairman of Brock Group logically."

Hearing the words 'Callan Clay' again, Annabelle Brock's heart was still clenched irresistibly.

Her love for this man was implanted in her bone marrow, even if she pretended to be calm, the pain in her heart couldn't lie to herself.

"But……"

"Why, let you pretend to be my fiancée, so bitter and bitter?" Edward Frost said half-jokingly, while handing a stack of newspapers to Annabelle Brock, "Just take a look at this..."

The headlines in the newspapers read, "Mr. Frost has been chasing Mr. Clay's ex-wife for many years, and it will finally come to fruition."

The accompanying picture is the back of Edward Frost holding the fainted Annabelle Brock when he left.

Annabelle Brock frowned in disbelief, flicked the newspaper to signal him, "Is this the news you released?"

"Yeah." Edward Frost said while starting the engine, raised his eyebrows while turning the steering wheel, "You'll know the reason later."

At this moment, on the balcony of the hospital's ward 402, Callan Clay had just finished answering a phone call, his tall and straight body turned his back to the ward, exuding a haughty air from all over his body.

"Mr. Clay, I checked the account of the person who took the lead that day. Just a day ago, an overseas account sent him 200,000 U.S. dollars. I went to the bank and checked that the same amount has fluctuated in the domestic account recently. People who have found the name of Ms. Dillon among dozens of names..."

After hanging up the phone, Callan Clay held the phone tightly, his eyes and brows were stained with bone-piercing coldness.