The Real Heiress Rules the World

Chapter 407 Blind Spots and Bad Luck

Meanwhile, Lucas moved swiftly through the narrow alleys with Shawn slumped unconscious over his back and Sloane close behind. Sirens echoed from every direction; the entire district had gone into lockdown.

“We need a car,” Lucas said, his sharp gaze sweeping the surroundings.

“Wait.” Sloane grabbed his arm and pulled out her laptop. Her fingers flew across the keyboard. “I’ll disable the nearby surveillance first.”

In less than thirty seconds, every feed on her screen dissolved into static. “Done. We’ve got a five–minute blind spot.”

Lucas gave her an approving look, then set his sights on a delivery van parked by the curb. He motioned for Sloane to stay hidden and silently approached. One swift strike to the neck, and the driver slumped to the ground; Lucas dragged the man into the shadows without a sound.

“Get in,” he ordered, swinging open the back door and laying Shawn down carefully.

still balanced on her knees.

its bow. Sloane’s hands danced over the keyboard

left at the next intersection, then take the first right into the alley,” she instructed calmly.

weaved through the maze of streets, dodging patrols and police barricades by mere seconds, each close call preempted

by now,” she

lips curved faintly. “He’s not stupid; he’ll figure

with us? His

He paused for a beat. “That idiot might act like a clown, but he’s one of the

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in understanding, then pointed ahead. “That motel up there–the security system’s ancient. I can override it easily. Let’s rest there

van behind the building, hidden from sight, and the three of them slipped in through the fire exit. Using a fake ID, Sloane booked a room in the

through their bag for his disguise kit. “Stay with Shawn; don’t