All Chapters of Betrayed, I Become The CEO'S Contracted Bride: Chapter 311 - Chapter 320

The black car pulled through the estate gates and turned onto the main highway. Mira kept her eyes on the road ahead. Elara turned to watch the iron gates recede in the dark.The trees swallowed the driveway. She faced forward and settled against the leather seat."Chen has the perimeter access codes for the transport," Elara said."I sent them to his secure channel before we left the hall."Mira sat with a canvas holdall resting on her knees. The fabric on the bottom right corner was frayed white. Repeated use had ground the heavy blue cotton down to the white threads."They need to be verified at the first checkpoint.""I set them to auto-verify. The transport will pass straight through."Elara noted the wear on the bag and looked away. The drive to the new site would take an hour. Up front, the driver kept the glass partition closed.She looked at the dark fields outside her window. The silence stretched out. She had spent the last hour running the logistics of the move, and the re

The screen on the desk showed a grey wall and a man in a pale shirt. Vandeputte rubbed a hand across his forehead and leaned close to the camera."Twenty-seven children assessed." He dropped his hand. "Five with later medical histories that contradict the early files. Every family we interviewed denies agreeing to any treatment."Elara stood by a stack of unpacked boxes against the wall. "She has the forms.""She confirms they are hers," Vandeputte said. "She says she is an educational assessor. The forms are a research instrument she designed herself."Hammond stood by the window with his hands in his pockets. He kept his eyes on the street."We found them at the facilities." Elara stepped away from the boxes."She says she sent them as part of the children's files." Vandeputte adjusted his camera. "She claims it is standard practice to share detailed educational profiles with receiving medical providers before a child is admitted.""She sold consulting work to those clinics.""She a

"Put the red one next to the blue one," Mira said.Lucia picked up a square tile with her right hand. She brought it slowly across her body. Her left hand rested flat on the table beside a bowl of milk."This one." Lucia tapped the edge of the blue tile."That's green.""I know."Mira slid the blue tile an inch to the right. She left a gap the width of the red tile.Elara watched them over the top of her laptop screen. Mira set the board up to guarantee a fit for the red square. She sat back and let the girl believe she was solving a puzzle."Where's the yellow?" Lucia asked.She looked straight at Mira. The child had been in the safe house for four days and she still directed every question to the older teenager, and she never looked at the woman working at the computer."Under your elbow," Mira told her.Her left arm lifted from the table and the elbow dragged across the plastic tablecloth before her stiff fingers finally cleared the edge of the wooden board. She picked up the yello

Elara looked at the application spread across the table. Hammond had completed the first four pages in his heavy block capitals. Section five remained incomplete. He had left the medical justification blank rather than draft something for her to correct. It was the sensible choice.She picked up her pen."The definition is too loose." Hammond pointed at a paragraph. "You need to specify the diagnostic standard.""The judge only needs to know they require immediate clinical evaluation.""If we specify a standard they can argue jurisdiction."She crossed out his pencil bracket. "We leave it broad."Hammond tapped the paper. "They will argue jurisdiction anyway.""Then let them do it without our help.""Write clinical intervention instead of evaluation."Elara considered the phrase. It was tighter and gave a defence lawyer less room to manoeuvre. She wrote it on the line.They went to the next section. It asked for the legal grounds of the application."Public interest." Hammond tapped th

The taxi turned onto a street lined with parked cars.Elara looked out of the window as the taxi slowed down for a junction and pulled in toward the cracked pavement.The clinic sat between a pharmacy and a bakery with metal shutters over the windows.It was a brick building and lights were on inside.A woman walked out holding a boy by the hand.She carried a stack of loose paper in a plastic folder.They stopped at the bus shelter outside the clinic entrance.Elara noticed the shelter had a timetable pasted to the side panel.Anyone sitting on the bench would have a clear view of the clinic doors.A person could sit there for an hour and count the foot traffic without drawing attention.The taxi carried on past the traffic lights.The building lacked unmarked entrances and private parking spaces.Tomorrow she had to walk into the building and examine the children on the books to prove the figure in the application was correct.The application contained an estimate she could not yet