Chapter 843

Chapter 843

Murray obediently zoomed in on the screen, and in no time, the video took over the largest segment of the display.

In the footage, a woman knelt beside a man, gingerly massaging his legs. A mask covered most of her face, and the lighting around was dim, casting a soft glow. Despite this, it was clear what he was doing. The attendants in the background were the regulars from the casino floor; nothing seemed amiss. However, the woman massaging him didn't dare look up, her demeanor fraught with anxiety.

The man lounged in a robe, tied loosely at the waist, revealing glimpses of a well-sculpted physique. Since this was the pool area, he was obviously planning to swim, which meant he'd have to take off the mask at some point. Beside the screen, Murray's keyboard clacked incessantly, beads of sweat gathering on his forehead. His eyes questioned Brielle on how long they should watch; he was already under surveillance, and they were starting to strike back. "How long can you hold out?" Brielle asked.

Murray, fingers still flying over the keys, flashed a hand signal: five minutes. As skilled as he was, he couldn't withstand such an aggressive counterattack for long. Five minutes was the safe limit. "Then five minutes it is. The moment you can't hold out, pull back," Brielle instructed.

nodded, his focus returning to the task at hand. Brielle, meanwhile, kept her gaze locked on the screen, not daring to look away for a second. The video flickered, and someone brought the man a drink and a platter of assorted fruits. He gestured for the massaging woman to leave, then sat up straight, fingers poised to untie his

noticed a Bluetooth earpiece in his ear, glowing blue-someone was talking to him. But he remained silent, so the video feed was quiet. Brielle grew impatient, feeling time crawl by. The flickering became more frequent, like someone blinking rapidly. The screen's

about the gesture, as if he was deliberately being provocative. Murray signaled with one finger-he could only

second, the man looked directly into the camera. He pulled out his phone, a slight smirk on his lips, as if he were about to

you like, I'll take it off in person for you next

lips pursed in anger, her face a portrait of displeasure.

and the surveillance feed slowly faded away. Brielle's

dark as

boss's capabilities, thinking she could sneak a peek at his true face, only

was ludicrous. Yet this man had pinpointed her immediately. Brieffe glanced at Murray, then thought of Addison behind her, and felt a headache coming on. Neither of them could

an inexplicable irritation, like being toyed

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