Chapter 830:

Once everyone was securely inside the car, they had barely closed the doors when Rhys’ car rolled into view. In an instant, the five of them pressed themselves low against the car seats, their breaths held tight in the heavy silence. They remained motionless, a collective breath paused, until Rhys’ footsteps faded with the closing of the elevator doors.

“Hold off a little longer,” Lindsay murmured, her voice barely a whisper, as she put a restraining hand on the driver’s arm.

“The front might be crawling with reporters by now.”

Amidst the tension, the four people, now garbed in nondescript black instead of their waiter’s whites, exuded a stealthy readiness. The man in the middle of the back seat nonchalantly adjusted his snug collar and scoffed with a defiant tilt of his head.

“What’s there to be scared of? If they even think about snapping photos, I’ll make sure they regret it—with a bullet.”

“Go ahead, if you think you can handle it!” Lindsay shot back with a dismissive wave of her hand.

Lindsay secretly relished the thought of them acting rashly, which would give her the perfect pretext to summon Hale over to deal with them all.

through their

he murmured a string of barely audible curses. While he loved a spirited debate, he wasn’t about

too well which strategies would serve them best in this

most seasoned of the four, a stern-faced man with piercing eyes, gave Lindsay a

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calm, betraying

esteemed opinion, should we make our

the tension. She glanced at the screen, a faint smile playing

they pulled away in the car, the empty streets with not a single reporter in sight confirmed Lindsay’s

satisfaction unmistakable. She had planned every detail with precision,

finding it deserted, Rhys repeatedly attempted to contact Harlee, but her line was

he decided to call

busy tailing Hale, froze upon hearing

Isn’t Harlee

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