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    Once everyone was securely inside the car, they had barely closed the doors when Rhys’ car rolled into view. In an instant, the five of them pressed themselves low against the car seats, their breaths held tight in the heavy silence. They remained motionless, a collective breath paused, until Rhys’ footsteps faded with the closing of the elevator doors.


    “Hold off a little longer,” Lindsay murmured, her voice barely a whisper, as she put a restraining hand on the driver’s arm.


    “The front might be crawling with reporters by now.”


    Amidst the tension, the four people, now garbed in nondescript ck instead of their waiter’s whites, exuded a stealthy readiness. The man in the middle of the back seat nonchntly adjusted his snug cor and scoffed with a defiant tilt of his head.


    “What’s there to be scared of? If they even think about snapping photos, I’ll make sure they regret it—with a bullet.”


    “Go ahead, if you think you can handle it!” Lindsay shot back with a dismissive wave of her hand.


    Lindsay secretly relished the thought of them acting rashly, which would give her the perfect pretext to summon Hale over to deal with them all.


    By then, she could conveniently im that Harlee had slipped through their grasp, leaving her the perfect opportunity to deal with Harlee personally.


    Stunned into silence by Lindsay’s retort, the man shifted ufortably, his eyes darting away as he murmured a string of barely audible curses. While he loved a spirited debate, he wasn’t about to make a reckless move.


    He understood all too well which strategies would serve them best in this precarious situation.


    The most seasoned of the four, a stern-faced man with piercing eyes, gave Lindsay a chilling look.


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    His voice was a controlled calm, betraying none of his frustration.


    “And when, in your esteemed opinion, should we make our move?”


    Lindsay held his gaze for a charged moment, and then a soft ding from her phone broke the tension. She nced at the screen, a faint smile ying on her lips before she slid the device back into her purse and said firmly, “Now.” With that, Lindsay shut down any further conversation.


    Reluctantly, the others followed her lead, though still skeptical. Yet, as they pulled away in the car, the empty streets with not a single reporter in sight confirmed Lindsay’s foresight.


    Noticing their stunned disbelief, Lindsay’s lips curled into a smug smile, her satisfaction unmistakable. She had nned every detail with precision, leaving nothing to chance for these fools to stumble upon her ndestine ns.


    “Where is Harlee?” After searching the presidential suite and finding it deserted, Rhys repeatedly attempted to contact Harlee, but her line was continuously engaged.


    Frustrated, he decided to call Tonya.


    Tonya, busy tailing Hale, froze upon hearing the update.


    “What do you mean? Isn’t Harlee in the room?”


    “No,” Rhys replied, grabbing a secondary phone to text Patrick, who was on location.


    “When I arrived, the suite was empty, and her phone’s unreachable.”


    “I just got intel on Hale…” Tonya’s voice faltered, her stomach sinking.


    “This is a setup! Rhys, seize Etta immediately. She might know where Harlee has been taken.”


    Tonya quickly directed Robbie to halt the pursuit of Hale and rush to the Grand Oak Hotel instead. Turning back to Rhys, she stated, “It’s unlikely Hale or Etta abducted Harlee directly. More likely, someone under Hale’smand, with Etta’s assistance, executed this. Review the security footage without dy.”


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