Chapter 747

“That won’t be necessary. Let Norris and Phil get some rest. I can drive Karla myself.”

Claire wasn’t particularly worried; even if someone had sinister motives, it depended entirely on whether she’d tolerate it.

Her car was heavily modified-virtually no one on the road could keep up with her.

Safety during the drive was the least of her concerns.

Once they reached the hospital, she was confident that even if someone was tailing them, they wouldn’t dare make a reckless move.

Besides, they were visiting a famous actress; the hospital was bound to be a madhouse right now.

“I’ll go with you,” Dane offered suddenly.

Why was he trying to get involved in this mess?

Claire shot him a look of mild confusion.

Dane smoothly explained, “I need to do a site visit for that Westside project you mentioned anyway. I might as well head back to the city with you guys.”

Oh, right. Since he actually had business to attend to, she couldn’t exactly forbid him from returning to town.

So, Dane took the wheel, Claire claimed the passenger seat, and Karla simply closed her eyes to rest in the back.

No one bothered her as she drifted off.

Dane was a remarkably smooth driver, unlike Claire, who treated the highway like a racetrack.

She managed to keep up a casual conversation with him at first, but eventually gave in to exhaustion and fell fast asleep.

Dane had no intention of waking the sleeping girl.

Because of that, she didn’t open her eyes again until they were pulling up to the hospital.

The hospital was anything but quiet in the middle of the night; the corridors were packed with people.

The news of Sienna’s hospitalization hadn’t been kept under wraps. Within hours, the lobby was crawling with reporters.

If Karla walked through the front doors right now, she’d absolutely be ambushed by

cameras.

Fortunately, Claire knew the facility’s hidden routes.

“Karla, follow me. I know a shortcut upstairs.”

Most people avoided this particular path because it led straight past the morgue.

Claire conveniently left that detail out, not wanting to freak her out.

After all, not everyone was thrilled about riding an elevator meant for corpses.

The service elevator was discreetly tucked away, virtually unknown to the public.

It was strictly for internal hospital staff.

Claire quickly guided Dane and Karla up to the emergency surgery floor.

Trixie, who had been anxiously pacing a hole into the floor, looked as if her savior had just arrived when she spotted Karla.

“Karla, you’re finally here!”

“I was so scared you were trapped by the mob of reporters downstairs.”

The assistant had been terrified; she definitely didn’t have the clout to handle that pack of bloodthirsty paparazzi.

Some of them had even managed to sneak upstairs in various disguises.

But right now, Sienna was still in surgery, and no one knew if she was going to make

it.

The reporters just wanted a

dramatic shot of the operating room

doors so they could fabricate

whatever sensational story they

pleased.

The ones with a shred of morality stuck to the facts, but the ruthless opes were already drafting headlines claiming Sienna had flatlined and passed away.

Social media was drowning in tears, with Sienna’s fanbase organizing midnight candlelight vigils.

They were practically mourning her already.

The general consensus was that she wasn’t going to survive this.

Her industry rivals were probably popping champagne.

The film crew, however, was in a state of sheer panic.

A near-fatal accident on their watch meant massive liability, and the police had already been called.

That was mostly because Trixie strongly suspected someone had intentionally sabotaged the harness.

Karla had immediately demanded answers over the phone the second she heard.

The director had initially tried to

keep it quiet by suggesting an

Karlas

internal investigation, but ka ironclad refusal left him with no choice.

Karla was not a woman you could push around.

Calling the cops was the only option; if Sienna actually died, this movie was never seeing the light of day anyway.

Now that the police were involved, no one from the production was allowed to leave until they had been interrogated.

The stunt coordinators and prop department members who had touched the wire were especially locked down.