The Queen They Buried

Chapter 148

Chapter 148

Aubree did end up using the USB drive. She handed it to Declan-he knew what to do.

By the time Aubree left the club, nightfall had already descended.

Hidden in the night shadows was a Maybach, its window slightly ajar to reveal nothing but a hand holding a cigarette.

His gaze was fixed squarely on the main entrance of Golden Industrial Park.

Bowen couldn’t help but scoff at himself.

Bowen thought to himself, ‘God, I’m pathetic. She’s desperate to distance herself from me, yet here I am, still worrying about her safety at night.’

“Um, Mr. Turner, aren’t we leaving yet?” Samson, sitting in the front seat, asked hesitantly, glancing about in confusion as he wondered who they were waiting for.

Samson thought, ‘If we’re really waiting for Miss Miller, why can’t Mr. Turner just wait openly? Why hide in the car like some shady character?’

Bowen choked up for a moment, then came up with a lame excuse that wouldn’t fool a soul. He muttered weakly, “Oh, I told Zachary to come back. We’re waiting for him before leaving.”

Zachary?’ Samson thought skeptically, exchanging a glance with Ethan.

and Samson exchanged a knowing glance, their eyes ablaze with

‘Was he just dumped by Miss

even called Zachary back-he must’ve really

Turner must be worried about Miss Miller’s safety at night and wants to follow and escort her home on

why don’t

cautiously ventured, “Mr. Turner, it’s not really safe for Miss Miller to be alone this late at night. Maybe we should

chuckle. “The Yastraria project is short-staffed. Why don’t you two go

clammed up at once, groaned inwardly, ‘Mr. Turner

stream of smoke as he reclined in his

it-everyone except himself, clinging to

or-‘ he wondered. Before Bowen could reach a decision, a sharp rap on the car window

“Mr. Turner, as you instructed,

the window and stared at Zachary, stunned. “What are you

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usually impassive face showed a hint of confusion. “I told Miss Miller I’d leave after seeing her home,

tightening. ‘Is he made of wood or what?’ he

escort her home before leaving-so why the hell are you back here?’ He wondered, ‘Damn it, what