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Chapter 230

Others came to play games of chance, yet she came for a wholesale deal.

Anthea turned to The owner with a smooth smile, “Sir, Gould you do us a solid and deliver these to the base of the hill? We’ll hang out there and wait for you.

The owner felt like he’d been hit by a truck.

But in business, integrity’s king!

He’d given his word to Anthea. And he’d deliver, even if it meant taking a loss.

You live and learn.

Next time, he won’t underestimate anyone. Especially not a pretty young thing like her.

“Sure thing.” The owner nodded. “My boy will drop it off in a jiffy. You know the big pine tree down at the bottom? He’ll meet you there, Oh, and here’s my card, just ring this number if there’s a snag”

Anthea took the card graciously, “Thanks you.”

“No problem.”

In the crowd, a man in a black trench coat stood out like a sore thumb. His gaze fixed on Anthea, piercing as if it could see right through

her.

After a moment, he adjusted the wide brim of his hat, shielding his features.

his assistant’s words from the day before.

Yeager’s files are encrypted. We

average Jane’s files be under lock and

Anthea’s records, he had to rely on

she ignorant, foolish, a deadbeat, barely literate… But none of these labels seemed

the time Anthea looked up again, he had vanished.

arched an eyebrow in curiosity. Maybe it

Anthea turned to her friend, “Sarah,

and they began their descent.

easy, coming down is hard – and they

climb took an hour, but half an hour into their descent, they’d only covered a third of the distance.

they walked, Sarah marveled, “Annie, you’re a real ace at those games! Teach me

but don’t you have exams to hit the books for? You’ve got college

right,” Sarah sighed. “Guess I’ll learn after the big test.”

help. I’ll grab them for you later,” Anthea offered.

a lifesaver,

“Watch out!”

out and grabbed the wrist of a man

was surprisingly

barely caught himself, sitting on the steps as he turned to thank her,

when they both did

“Mr. Peterson?”

“Ms. Yeager?”

from their lips in unison.

you have hypoglycemia, Mr. Peterson?” Anthea asked, crouching beside

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