“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

her way through the crowd

casual glance before addressing

have doubts, just call the

bet if we do and this

“Hey, if it means getting a coffee date with you,

sharp look

not interested in coffee with

she

“Hold on!” Remington interjected.

think getting the police involved

Hannah’s eyebrows lifted slightly.

“Mr.

paintings cost a

he did this on purpose, he’s

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

“Enough!” Conor snapped.

fell silent, though he kept

said softly, “There’s no need for the

I’ll handle it.

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