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.

passenger seat, laptop still balanced on her knees. “I’ll navigate; we’ll

hands danced over the keyboard as she tapped

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

streets, dodging patrols and police barricades by mere seconds, each close call preempted by Sloane’s

by now,” she said suddenly, her

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

you bring him with us? His contacts and resources might’ve

“This runs too deep. Charlie’s got powerful people behind him; I’m not dragging Jaime into that mess.” He paused for a beat. “That idiot might act like a clown, but he’s

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motel up there–the security system’s ancient. I can override it easily.

three of them slipped in through the fire exit. Using a

through their bag for his disguise kit.