“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!”

a clear, soothing female voice

her way through

casual glance

doubts, just call

if we do and this guy’s guilty, he

at Hannah, joking, “Hey, if it means

him a sharp look

interested in

she instructed, “Call the

“Hold on!” Remington interjected.

the police

Hannah’s eyebrows lifted slightly.

“Mr.

these paintings cost

on purpose, he’s in for a

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

“Enough!” Conor snapped.

silent, though he kept glaring at

said softly, “There’s no

I’ll handle it.

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