Erin Irving shot him a cold glare, willing him to shut his mouth.
'Elliot Sheridan didn't pull his punches. Almost every blow landed on a vital spot. If it had been anyone else, they probably would have been knocked unconscious by those punches long ago.'
'It seemed he'd made the right move. At the very least, this distant brother of his was very important to him.'
Meanwhile, Elliot Sheridan, who had left in a hurry, called Aidan Sheridan, but the phone on the other end was off.
He then dialed Georgia Thorne. At that moment, Georgia was sitting anxiously in her room, wondering how Elliot's meeting with Erin Irving had gone.
Her anxiety mounted. Just then, the phone she had set aside began to ring.
She jumped up from the sofa and answered the phone. "Where are you?"
Elliot gasped for breath, the spot on his abdomen where Erin Irving had hit him throbbing with pain. "Put Aidan on."
"Aidan? What's wrong?"
