Chapter 319

Two hours earlier-

In the heart of Banyan City, within the dimly lit confines of the local police station's holding cells, the clock struck eleven, plunging the hallway into darkness save for the lone sentinel patrolling outside. Amidst the hush, a shadow fell across the entrance, heralding the arrival of a figure cloaked from head to toe in black.

Jaxon, slumped at the corner desk, lifted his weary gaze. The newcomer, clad in a dark ensemble, strode in with a purposeful gait, face shrouded beneath a hat. "Jaxon."

"Who are you?"

"Zane sent me. Time to get you out. Let's move."

Locked up for five interminable days, Jaxon's disheveled appearance belied the flicker of hope that now ignited within him.

The Bartels family and Elaine had kept their word.

He was right to believe that leverage meant safety.

Skeptical of Whitney's warnings, he now felt a surge of relief.

Quickly rising, Jaxon stretched, a hint of ease crossing his face. "How did Zane swing it with the cops?"

"Inside connections. Top secret. Once we're out, Elaine's arranging for you to skip the country."

The man in black led the way, a beacon of freedom to a desperate Jaxon.

Yet, as they progressed, the path seemed amiss. This was not the route to the station's main exit.

Jaxon's voice tightened

a sinister half-light across his face, transforming him into a harbinger

That chilling smile...

had been too trusting of the Bartels, dismissing

cold dread, he realized the Bartels intended to silence him permanently. After years at Elaine's beck and call, holding her darkest secrets, how could she betray him? In a panic, Jaxon turned

way, Jaxon," the man called out, eerily calm as

proved futile; the corridors were

all a

his life, Jaxon

I've done everything for the Bartels, been Elaine's right hand. I know too much

overconfidence was your downfall, Jaxon. Your house has been cleared out

"You won't find the key

at a hidden

the shadows of such dealings. Facing imminent death, Jaxon, in desperation, swallowed the pill Whitney had given him, possibly a poison,

sinister as he lunged, needle

clawed at the walls, a futile attempt at escape,

beside him, snapping a photo for the police database, then disappearing into the night

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by the urgency. "Jaxon reached out two hours

must've taken the fake death pill I gave him. We've only got 12 hours. Bryce, we need

Bartels' next move, Bryce realized, "They'd fake a suicide to cover their tracks.

won't rest until they've burned the body. The morgue!" Whitney's mind

to act. "Leave it to me. Head back and wait

drove back through the night, a sense of foreboding hung in the air. The fate of her uncle and their only hope rested on uncovering the

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