The Real Heiress Rules the World

Chapter 409 Danger Looks Good on Us

Jaime shot Lucas a glare through the rearview mirror. “The fake ID you used to buy those meds? That was mine, remember?” He tossed over a medical kit. “You think you can shake me that easily? Not a chance.”

Lucas let out a weary sigh. He hadn’t wanted to drag Jaime into this mess, yet the guy had come chasing after them anyway.

As Sloane quickly cleaned and dressed Lucas’s wound, she said, “We found a tracker on Shawn earlier–that’s how they caught up so fast.”

A sharp glint flashed in Lucas’s eyes. “Sloane, lose the tail first.”

Sloane opened her laptop at once, fingers flying across the keys. “Give me thirty seconds.” Streams of code scrolled down the screen; within moments, the surveillance feeds from several nearby intersections froze, then looped over empty street footage.

“Cameras are under our control,” she reported. “They can’t see us anymore.”

a narrow alley. “Nice work!” He gave

certain no police cars followed. Then he took Sloane’s laptop from her. “Now it’s our turn to hit

minute…” Five minutes later, he hit Enter with a decisive tap. “Done. I’ve planted a virus in their wanted database—it’ll block facial recognition for

identities.” He dialed a number. “Hey, it’s me–Jaime.

Avenue Investment Consultant, Medical Advisor, and…” He glanced at the unconscious

documents, nodding. “Good work.” He

scanning the city’s surveillance grid. “He’s at a private club in the financial

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a cold smile. “Let him enjoy it while he can. We’ll get settled first, then settle the

over a sleek business outfit, hair neatly twisted into a bun. Jaime took on the role of a professional caretaker, moving with calm precision in spotless scrubs as he pushed the wheelchair carrying their patient–Shawn, carefully disguised