Chapter 599

Hannah burst out of the hospital room in a rush, desperation tightening her every step as she seized upon the nurses in the corridor, her voice urgent and trembling. She pleaded to know if anyone had seen Vincent,but the bewildered faces and shaken heads around her offered nothing.

At that moment, Nate appeared, slightly breathless, as though he had hurried from another wing of the hospital. "Ms. Scott, I've finally managed to locate you."

Hannah clutched his arm with frantic force, her tone sharp and quivering with fear. "Nate, Vincent has vanished! You need to send people after him this instant. He just regained consciousness, he's injured, and we can't risk him wandering into danger!"

Nate raised a hand, striving to temper her panic. "Please, Ms. Scott, calm yourself. Mr. Jones hasn't gone missing."

Her brow furrowed in disbelief, her voice brittle with tension. "Then tell me where he went."

Nate's expression faltered, a mixture of frustration and confusion weighing on him. "After Mr. Jones woke up, he became strangely restless. The moment he realized he was in Agosphia, he seized the hospital room's telephone to contact his branch manager. He insisted on leaving immediately to handle urgent business negotiations, declaring he couldn't waste another moment."

Pausing, he continued, "The local staff, unaware of his condition, could not deny an order from the CEO.They prepared a vehicle for him without delay. By the time I reached the hospital room, the car had already departed.I stayed behind so you would not be left in the dark."

His tone dwindled into a hushed murmur as he finished.

Hannah's eyes narrowed in frustration, her mind racing. She understood in that instant-Vincent's memory was indeed frozen eight years ago, when he had only just inherited Jones Group, driving himself ruthlessly in pursuit of global expansion, fearless in risk and blind to consequence. But the present was no time for boardrooms or deals. Hudson's men lurked in the shadows like vultures circling prey. Going out so "This is madness!" Hannah exclaimed, her voice breaking with urgency and fury. "He's lost his memory and doesn't know how dangerous things are. We must bring him back at once."

Nate stood momentarily stunned, the words striking him like a blow. Vincent had lost his memory? The thought staggered him. But he caught himself quickly and answered with resolve, "Yes, Ms. Scott!"

Meanwhile, Vincent sat in the back of the branch car, his expression marred with impatience. He tugged irritably at the rough hospital gown clinging to him, his discomfort plain. Scowling, he barked an order at the bodyguard who had taken the wheel, "Forget the branch office. Take me to the nearest luxury tailor."

The bodyguard faltered, hesitant. "But, Mr. Jones, your wounds-"

"Do as I instructed!" Vincent cut in coldly, his voice low and commanding.

Even weakened, the authority radiating from him was undeniable, leaving the bodyguard no room to object.

With a quick nod, he turned the car toward the tailor.

At the boutique, Vincent grimaced with each motion, yet he moved decisively through the racks, selecting a tailored suit that spoke of power and poise.

Once dressed, the mirror reflected a man steadier, his pallor partially veiled beneath fine fabric.

But the act of dressing pulled sharply at the healing wounds across his back, leaving him stiff with pain and frustration.

Turning sharply to the bodyguard, Vincent's eyes narrowed like blades. "Explain these injuries. Who dared lay hands on me?"

The bodyguard stiffened, unnerved by the icy demand. "Mr. Jones, you don't recall? You sustained them protecting Ms. Scott."

"Ms. Scott?" Vincent's brow furrowed, his mind flashing to the woman who had approached him in the hospital room. "Hannah Scott?"

"Y-yes," the bodyguard stammered, unsettled by his employer's strange detachment. Vincent let out a derisive laugh. "Protect that woman? Why would I risk myself for such a thing?"

He had already been aloof, his attention solely on work, never on love life. He doubted he had any romantic feelings toward Hannah, let alone put his safety aside just to protect her.

The bodyguard swallowed nervously, baffled by Vincent's tone, yet too afraid to ask what was wrong."Because you've been pursuing Ms. Scott."

Vincent's head snapped toward the bodyguard, eyes blazing. "Pursuing her?" His voice dripped incredulity,sharpened with anger. "Utter nonsense."

The very thought was absurd. He, Vincent Jones, reduced to chasing after a woman? The notion was laughable,insulting.

The bodyguard, paling under the storm brewing in Vincent's gaze, scrambled to clarify, words tumbling clumsily. "Mr. Jones... Ms. Scott is not just anyone. She is your former wife. Since the divorce, you've been trying to win her back. When she was taken, you risked everything, even following her into the open sea.Everyone who witnessed it was deeply moved."

As the bodyguard's explanation faltered into uneasy silence, Vincent's face hardened into shadow.Ex-wife?That stranger from the hospital was his ex-wife? His tone dropped, cold and razor-sharp. "You'd better explain this clearly. What's going on?"

Vincent's mind recoiled. His memory offered nothing of marriage, let alone divorce. He had always been single-when would he have bound his life to someone else's?

The bodyguard, slick with sweat, wondered if he was being tested, his loyalty balanced on a knife's edge.With trembling hands, he dug out his phone, thrusting it forward. "Mr. Jones, I'm not lying... Look. These are news articles and photos about your marriage, divorce, and pursuit to win her back. They all confirm it."

Vincent seized the device, scanning rapidly. His sharp gaze landed on a headline above a familiar image:Jones Group CEO Vincent Honors Grandmother on Her 80th Birthday.