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    “Let me drive for a while,” Lindsay suggested, but no one paid her any attention.


    Lindsay stayedposed and added, “By now, the Green and Sanderson ns must be in chaos. With their reach, it won’t take them long to locate us. When they do, there’ll be a confrontation, maybe even gunfire. Letting me drive might just keep us ahead of them.”


    The four men eventually relented, and the leader signaled for the driver to switch ces with Lindsay.


    Having anticipated being tracked, Lindsay had already made preparations. She led the group to another vehicle she’d hidden earlier. They had barely covered half a mile in the new car when Lindsay took out her phone and called Hale.


    “Hale, to lose the Greens and Sandersons, we’ll have to change our route. It could dy us.”


    Hale, in the middle of a fight with Harlee’s and Rhys’ forces, responded curtly, “Do what you see fit.” With that, he ended the call.


    Lindsay veered onto a secluded dirt road.


    Checking the rearview mirror, she noticed the four men had all sumbed to unconsciousness.


    Her voice, rough and cold, carried a note of twisted triumph as she dered, “Fools! You thought you had me under control? You’re not even close!”


    A burst of unhingedughter escaped Lindsay’s lips as she stopped the car, opened the doors, and hauled the four men out one by one. Pleased with her work, she climbed back in and sped off.


    Using Hale’s forces to abduct Harlee had been Lindsay’s ultimate act of vengeance.


    Every detail had been meticulously orchestrated by Lindsay, from switching vehicles to leaving bottlesced with sedatives that the four men had unwittingly consumed.


    Even Harlee’s capture was part of Lindsay’s scheme. Lindsay had arranged for Etta to ensure the water cooler and every possible cup Harlee might drink from was spiked. She knew tampering directly with Harlee’s drink would risk detection.


    And, as expected, the n unfolded wlessly.


    Lindsay had made her decision about Hale long ago. In her darkest moment, she hade to understand that revenge was something she would need to aplish on her own. This time, she would rely on no one.


    She drove to a rugged cliff near Baythorn, parked the car, and opened the trunk.


    Dragging Harlee and Nyomi out, she ensured they remained unconscious with another dose of sedative for good measure. She couldn’t risk interruptions.


    At the cliff’s edge, Lindsay had already prepared a frame with ropes.


    Acting swiftly, she secured both women to the structure before turning her full attention to Harlee.


    Her fury ignited, she struck Harlee’s face repeatedly, each blow releasing years of resentment and pain.


    “For taking what should have been mine! For stealing Rhys from me! For bing the Morgan family’s goddaughter! For robbing me of everything!” Lindsay screamed with every strike, her voice echoing against the crashing waves below.


    She didn’t stop until her own hand throbbed and Harlee’s face was swollen and unrecognizable. Only then did Lindsay pause, her breathing ragged.


    A twisted grin spread across her face as she surveyed the damage, her bitterness momentarily satiated.


    Regaining herposure, Lindsay pulled out her phone and adopted a tone of mock desperation.


    “Hale, I’m at a loss! The Sanderson family is on our tail, and it’s just me driving here with Harlee.”


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