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    Meanwhile, just outside the freeway exit of Wront International Airport, a convoy of ck vehicles surged onto the main road. Two sleek limousines led the charge, followed by a stately two-tone Maybach, with six ck Buick business vans bringing up the rear. The entire formation moved like a tide of quiet power.


    Other drivers instinctively made way, casting curious nces and wondering who couldmand such presence.


    Inside the Maybach, Raegan sat in the back seat. She closed the folder on herp, took a quick nce at the passing scenery, then turned to the woman beside her. “Kiley, are we heading straight to Cooper Group, or should we make a stop at your vi in South Lake?”


    She had already settled into her role as Kiley’s executive assistant with seamless grace.


    Kiley slid off her sunsses and hooked one temple of the frame neatly into the breast pocket of her beige suit jacket. “Neither.”


    Her tone was calm, cool, and final—like a decision long since made. “We’re going to Wront Prison first.”


    Raegan blinked, briefly surprised, then gave a soft chuckle. “Of course. That’s exactly what I expected from you.”


    A faint smile tugged at Kiley’s lips. “Is that so?”


    Without looking, she reached out and lightly sped Raegan’s hand. “Efficiency first—that’s my rule.”


    She leaned back against the seat, her voice unhurried yet firm. “I believe only those who work efficiently have earned the right to waste timeter.”


    Raegan looked at her for a moment, her gaze softening. “You always think so clearly, Kiley. I feel incredibly lucky to have met you.”


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    Kiley tightened her hold on Raegan’s hand, her tone gentle yet sure. “And for me, meeting you is a piece of rare fortune.”


    An hourter, the convoy rolled into the parking zone just outside Wront Prison. Momentster, brake lights red like a cheetah stretching taut in early light—a line of red glowing through the dawn.


    With a crisp click and swish, every door opened at once. One of Kiley’s aides dashed to her door, one hand pulling it open, the other held t above the frame in silent deference.


    Kiley stepped out, her beige trench coat catching the breeze, her presence sharp andmanding. Every step she took was deliberate, like a measured beat in a slow march.


    Raegan followed, poised in a tailored suit. Her manner was equally dignified, though her smile carried a softer note of kindness.


    Seeing them approach, the guards and the deputy warden of Wront Prison rushed to greet them. Upon confirming the neers were their long-anticipated guests, they smiled and led the way.


    “Ms. Cooper,” he said warmly, “Warden Shiloh Hayes has been expecting you. He even opened his stash of premium coffee beans today to give you a proper wee.”


    Raegan’s brow furrowed. Something felt off. Why hadn’t the wardene out to greet Kiley himself? After all, the Cooper Group had poured hundreds of millions into this facility.


    Kiley’s expression turned colder than midwinter frost. Yet if she was offended, she didn’t show it. Her reply came clipped and cool. “Lead the way.”


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