The Devil's Good Girl-Chapter 280: How did I not sense it?’

At the same time, Jackson sat behind the wheel while waiting for Fil. His expression was dark and solemn, deep in thought.

Just now, he already told her half of the story.

He already revealed details he never thought he would tell her in this lifetime. But alas, things happened.

’Is this simply a coincidence?’ he wondered. ’Or... was it divine intervention?’

As mentioned, Filomena, or what she was known as Latrice, was confirmed to be the daughter of evil. Her entire existence was a curse, even to the gods.

Despite living many lifetimes as humans, she would always have that curse in her.

Telling her, or rather, reminding her of who or what she was, might awaken the devil within her. Hence, Jackson was reconsidering whether this was a divine intervention or purely a coincidence.

Jackson clenched his teeth and sighed deeply. He pinched the bridge of his nose, telling himself even if it was divine intervention, he had to tell her. With Quentin lingering in their shadows, Jackson must tell her before Quentin does.

After all, Quentin had a good way of twisting the story.

Even during their time, Quentin managed to keep an angelic image. He was renowned as the crown prince who returned grievances with virtue. A good man — a very good man who was so clean, it was unbelievably suspicious. But behind that good image, Jackson knew what kind of person Quentin could be if he wanted to.

"I have to tell her," he repeated under his breath. "Once she comes back, I’ll tell her."

Suddenly, Jackson’s phone rang. His brows rose as he reached out for it. Seeing Dustin’s name on the screen, he answered.

"Jack, I got a tip from someone." Dustin’s voice was solemn and sincere. "They said they saw Quentin."

"Where?"

"Near the resort."

A glint quickly flickered across Jackson’s eyes.

"I’m already on my way to confirm if it was him," said Dustin.

"Dustin." Jackson’s tone turned colder. "Don’t be rash."

Dustin didn’t reply immediately, but when he did, all he said was, "I will not let my guard down like Kim. He took her away and whatever he’s planning now, I’m not gonna let him ruin everything."

After saying his piece, Dustin hung up on Jackson.

Jackson was left with only the sound of silence. He slowly placed his phone down, gazing at it solemnly. If Quentin was spotted near the resort, then he might have been aiming for Fil directly this time.

As Jackson’s mind drifted to the report he heard from Dustin, a van suddenly drove past his parking space. Yet, Jackson didn’t spare it a second glance, not knowing inside that black van was the unconscious Fil.

"This is not the time to falter." He shook his head and kept his phone in the placement on the door. He snapped his eyes at the entrance, waiting for Fil to appear.

But minutes had passed, and she didn’t appear yet.

"Did the chairman die?" he wondered, thinking that was the only way Fil would stay this long with the chairman. "Or maybe they were just catching up on a lot of things."

Fil and the chairman were very close. She only had good words for him, despite that the chairman was Vincent’s grandfather.

Jackson reclined his seat a little, glancing at the time. He stared at the digital clock until minutes later, he saw some police and security guards rushing out of the back entrance.

"Huh?" Jackson squinted his eyes upon seeing the officers run out of the exit, looking around the parking space with urgency. "What’s going... on?"

He then caught Michael running behind the police. His face was pale and his eyes were wide as if something terrible happened.

"Why is that guy here?" Jackson wondered, opening the door to check on Michael. But just as Jackson opened the door, this particular scent of blood assaulted his nostrils.

He froze on the spot, recognizing who owned this very strong scent.

"Fil!" Jackson blurted out under his breath, and as if he were the flash, he disappeared from his vantage point.

None of the people even noticed him as they continued to search the area.

"Have you found her?!" Michael remarked in panic, looking at the officer. "Did you see anything?!"

The officer could only frown and shake his head.

"I found something!"

Suddenly, another officer who was searching the parking space yelled. Everyone quickly rushed to him, and when Michael came close, all he saw was the tiny device in his hand.

"I found this," said the officer, while holding the device in his open palm.

Michael’s color quickly drained as his wide eyes caught the bloodstain on the device. He knew this device because he personally designed this particular device. There was only one device that had this design and he gave it to Fil as a gift a long time ago, just in case she needed it.

"No," he whispered, as his entire body started to tremble. "Fi — find her. She — she is probably in great danger."

The officers looked at each other, knowing some of their colleagues were already checking the CCTV monitors. This device might’ve alerted them in real time, but its only flaw was that the victim’s phone should be with her. But alas, Fil’s stuff was left on the lift and probably, she held on to this device for as long as she could but ended up dropping it.

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Meanwhile, back inside the hospital, the officers and some medical staff crowded the lift. The officers were trying to keep the crime scene untouched while the medical staff were worriedly trying to figure out what happened on the premises.

As Jackson reached the floor, the first thing he saw were nurses and doctors wheeling Vincent on a stretcher in haste. Approaching the crowd, his tall figure stood behind them.

From his vantage point, his entire body froze upon catching the faint blood smeared on the wall. On the floor was Fil’s bag and all of her stuff scattered.

The scent of her blood came here the strongest, indicating that the blood on the wall was hers.

Jackson stared at it blankly. ’How did I not sense it?’