“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!”

could retort, a clear, soothing female voice cut

made her way through the crowd

Bryson a casual

if you have doubts, just call the

and this

cheeky smile at Hannah, joking, “Hey, if it

sharp look and answered

in

Winston, she

“Hold on!” Remington interjected.

getting the

Hannah’s eyebrows lifted slightly.

“Mr.

paintings cost

he did this on purpose, he’s in for a

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

“Enough!” Conor snapped.

though he kept glaring at

“There’s no

I’ll handle it.

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