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.”

sharply into a narrow alley. “Nice work!” He gave

we’ve really shaken them,” Lucas said, watching the mirrors until he was certain no police

network will take a 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

an abandoned factory. “I’ll handle new identities.” He dialed a number. “Hey, it’s me–Jaime. I need

four envelopes. “Granite Avenue Investment Consultant, Medical Advisor, and…” He glanced at the unconscious Shawn. “Terminally ill

flipped through the forged documents, nodding. “Good work.” He turned to Sloane. “Can you

already scanning the city’s surveillance grid. “He’s at a private

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smile. “Let him enjoy it while he can.

after, Lucas transformed into a poised corporate elite; the deep gray suit accentuated his tall frame, and sharp eyes glinted behind gold–rimmed glasses. Sloane became a composed medical consultant, her lab coat layered over a sleek business outfit, hair neatly twisted into a bun.