“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 cut

way through

a casual glance

you have doubts,

if we do and this guy’s guilty,

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

look and answered bluntly, “What

interested in

to Winston, she instructed,

“Hold on!” Remington interjected.

think getting the police involved is

Hannah’s eyebrows lifted slightly.

“Mr.

these paintings

did this on purpose, he’s in for a hefty

and muttered, “Do we, of all people, need police to handle our

“Enough!” Conor snapped.

silent, though he kept glaring

no need for

I’ll handle it.

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