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    Still, he had to admit she was his best catch so far.


    Jake chuckled to himself. “Sharbesy, here Ie.”


    He was already picturing his new life overseas—a new name, a clean te, and plenty of cash to keep himfortable. He checked his watch again.


    Time to grab some pocket money before boarding.


    The rest, he nned to withdraw once hended.


    But just as he got up to head for the ATM, two men in dark suits appeared in front of him, blocking the exit.


    “Mr. Lee,” one of them said tly. “You need toe with us.”


    Jake froze. “Excuse me? Who the hell are you? My flight boards in ten minutes. Move.”


    The man didn’t flinch. “Ms. Russell wants a word.”


    Jake frowned. “Ms. who? You’ve got the wrong guy.”


    The second man stepped closer, his voice cool as ice. “Ms. Ste Russell. Your girlfriend’s employer.”


    Jake knew all about Jasmine’s deal with Ste. He had even encouraged it. As long as Jasmine got him the money, he didn’t care how she did it. Her safety had never been his concern.


    In fact, he had secretly hoped she wouldn’t make it out alive that night. If she had died protecting Ste, it would have saved him a great deal of trouble.


    So when Jake heard Ste’s name from the guard’s mouth, his stomach dropped. His knees went weak, and for a second, he nearly copsed.


    “Mr. Lee,” one of the bodyguards said calmly, his eyes hard as ss. “Don’t make this harder than it needs to be. We can make youe if we have to.”


    The look in the man’s eyes—sharp, cold, merciless—made Jake’s throat go dry. He wasn’t stupid enough to fight back. With his flight slipping away behind him, he followed them out of the airport like a man walking to his own funeral.


    An hourter, in a dim, quiet safe house, Jake sat hunched in a chair across from Ste and William. He looked nothing like the smug man from the airport lounge—just pale skin, trembling hands, and fear seeping through his cor.


    Ste didn’t bother with small talk. Her voice was t, almost bored. “Where’s the money?”


    Jake’s lips trembled. “It’s… it’s all still in my ount. I haven’t touched a dime, Ms. Russell! This is all a misunderstanding, I swear! Jasmine gave me that money willingly!”


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    Even now, he was still trying to talk his way out of it, still pretending he was innocent.


    Ste let out a short, bitterugh. Her jaw tightened as she gave the bodyguard a small nod. The man stepped forward, and—crack—his palm smacked across Jake’s face.


    “If you don’t start talking,” Ste said, her voice low and cold, “you won’t be needing that tongue anymore.”


    Jake froze. His eyes darted between Ste and William, fear creeping up his spine.


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