“You!” Rodrigo, visibly annoyed, was on the brink of lashing out.

At that moment, Caleb positioned himself between them.

Gesturing towards the dock’s exit, he informed them, “Our boss is tied up.

We’ll discuss business once we’re off the ship.

Our partners’ cars are waiting outside.

Maybe you’d like to speak with them?”

His suggestion caused both Rodrigo and Remington to look towards the horizon.

There, a line of striking Rolls-Royces stretched out.

About a dozen individuals emerged from these vehicles, casually leaning against them and observing the scene.

Conor, wearing a subtle grin, said to Bryson, “Mr.

Mitchell, I see you’ve come prepared.

Rodrigo, unable to contain his frustration, burst out, “Damn it! He planned this! They must have dumped the paintings into the ocean!”

“Stop arguing!”

clear, soothing female voice

made her way through

Bryson a casual glance

have doubts, just call the

if we do and this guy’s guilty, he won’t

flashed a cheeky smile at Hannah, joking, “Hey, if it means getting a

shot him a sharp look and answered bluntly, “What a

interested in coffee with

Winston, she

“Hold on!” Remington interjected.

the police

Hannah’s eyebrows lifted slightly.

“Mr.

these paintings cost

on purpose, he’s in for

of all people, need

“Enough!” Conor snapped.

though he kept glaring at

said softly, “There’s no need for

I’ll handle it.

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