Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 319

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.

right," Jaxon's voice

half-light across his face, transforming him into

That chilling smile...

trusting of the Bartels, dismissing Whitney's

Bartels intended to silence him permanently. After years at Elaine's beck and call, holding her darkest secrets,

the man called out, eerily

futile;

all

fearing for his life, Jaxon

everything for the Bartels, been Elaine's right hand. I know too much for her to kill

your downfall, Jaxon. Your

cold smirk crossed Jaxon's face. "You won't find the key evidence

words hinted at a hidden

hand, Jaxon recalled the illicit substances he'd peddled for the Bartels, their empire built on the shadows of such dealings. Facing imminent death, Jaxon, in desperation, swallowed the pill Whitney had given him, possibly a poison,

he

attempt at escape, before collapsing, life ebbing away as darkness claimed

a fabricated suicide note beside him, snapping a photo for

-

upon receiving Whitney's call, was struck by the urgency. "Jaxon reached out two hours ago? The Bartels could've disposed

him. We've only got 12 hours.

a suicide to cover

they've burned

to me. Head back and wait for

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

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