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.

the passenger seat, laptop still balanced on her knees. “I’ll

forward like an arrow loosed from its bow. Sloane’s hands danced over the keyboard as she tapped into the city’s traffic network in real

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

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

we ditched him by now,” she said

stupid; he’ll figure it out

with us? His contacts and

that mess.” He paused for a beat. “That idiot might act like

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up there–the security system’s ancient.

hidden from sight, and the three of them slipped in through the fire exit. Using a

through their bag for his disguise