Chapter 315 An Exchange
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It was clear now just how much Theresa had given, <b>and </b>how little they’d given in return. No doubt who owed whom
The moment Sage heard Quentin’s words, the gentle expression on his face turned cold.
“This young man is right, Sage said quietly. “I got ahead of myself. I’ve overlooked something important. I should <b>show </b>some gratitude to Ms. Hall first.”
He raised his hand. A space–based ability user stepped forward, hesitating slightly
“Hand it all over, Sage ordered.
The space–<b>based </b>ability user froze, his eyes widening in disbelief.
“I said, hand it over,” Sage repeated, <b>his </b><b>voice </b>colder now.
This time, the <b>space</b>–based ability user obeyed. With a wave of his <b>hand</b>, he produced ten massive packages.
“That’s a hundred thousand gleamstones, Sage mentioned calmly. “In return for all the support you’ve given us.
Theresa’s eyes practically sparkled at the sight.
He’s really that desperate, huh? Quentin, you’re a legend. Only a jerk can handle another jerk. That saying never
misses!
Sage kept his expression cool, but inside, his heart was pounding. “Ms. Hall,” he said, “could you send a bit more help tomorrow? Just enough to get us out of here. This time, I’m beingpletely sincere.
Theresa felt a genuine rush of satisfaction as she walked up with Quentin.
With a <b>hundred </b>thousand gleamstones in hand, everything felt right. Completely and totally right.
Beating Sage at his own game wasn’t something just anyone could pull off.
Serves him right, she thought<b>, </b>for always ying mind games and acting like he’s ten steps ahead. Now look at him- handing over everything with a smile.
She picked up the bags and, smiling, pretended to pass them to Quentin. The moment his fingers touched the surface, they vanished into her domain
Sage didn’t notice a thing.
“Well then, I’ll send out the <b>message </b>now,” Theresa said casually.
<b>“</b>Alright,” he replied with a faint/smile.
Theresa and Quentin turned and walked off.
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But the second they disappeared, Sage’s smile vanished<b>. </b>
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Drew stepped up behind him. “Mr. Arlen, that was everything. You gave them all our gleamstones“)
Sage stared at Quentin’s <b>back </b>in the distance. His voice dropped. “He won’t <b>live </b>long enough to spend them. No matter what, take him out tomorrow.
“But won’t that run things with <b>that </b>woman?”
Sage turned to him slowly, his eyes filled with quiet menace. “If we kill him, yes, she’lle for us. But if zombies do it… she’ll have no reason to me us. Understand?”
Drew paused, then nodded. “Got it.”
“Make it look like an ident–draw the zombies in, leave no trace, and get my gleamstones back.”
“Yes, sir<b>.</b><b>” </b>
Meanwhile, Theresa had already sent out a radio message, asking Kyle to pick them up at the usual spot the next day.
After sending the message, a rustling sound caught her attention.
“Who’s there?” she called out sharply.
From behind the trees, a man in his thirties stepped out cautiously, ncing around to make sure no one else was <b>watching</b>.
A teenage boy–maybe sixteen–followed close behind.
The man looked at her nervously, then spoke in a low voice, “I–I know Sage is nning something against you.”
Theresa blinked in confusion.
“You took his gleamstones, the man warned, his eyes sharp. ‘He’s <b>not </b>going to let you off that easily.”
Beside him, the boy stood on alert, keeping watch.
Theresa narrowed her eyes. “What <b>do </b>you want?”
“An exchange,” the man replied, <b>his </b>gaze intense as itnded on her. Tll tell you Sage’s n. In return, you get me and my son out of here.”
Before she could respond, the boy hissed, “Dad! Someone’sing!”
The man clenched his jaw, then quickly tossed a crumpled piece of paper <b>at </b>her feet. His hers, full of desperate hope.
eyes
locked with
Without waiting, he grabbed his son and rushed off in the opposite direction.
In seconds, they were gone–like ghosts in the night.
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Chapter 315 An Exchange
Theresa stared at the paper, then pointed. Pick it up”
Quentin crossed the distance and retrieved it, handing it over.
She unfolded the note, scanned the single line, and let out a dry chuckle.
“<b>What’s </b>so funny?” he <b>asked</b>, eyeing her.
“Read it.”
She <b>passed </b>him the paper.
He read the line, stating. “He’s going to lure a zombie horde to kill your people.”
Quentin’s mouth mped shut.
Theresa stretched her arms overhead. She was done ying nice.
Teaming up to face the zombie horde had crossed her mind–keeping things civil, even professional
But now, that was off the table.
“If that’s what he wants,” she said, her voice cool, “let’s give it to him. Quentin, y along with him tonight.” She fired off a message to Kyle, telling him to pick them up early the next morning.
Night crept in.
After dinner, Sage strolled over, all smiles and sincerity.
“Ms. Hall,” he said smoothly, “how do you manage so many alliances?”
“I don’t,” she replied easily. “<b>Lucas </b>handles all that.”
Sage raised a brow, “Really?”
“Of course. I just hang around and eat. Lucas runs things inside. Theron handles everything outside. They Just prop me up as the face of it all. Honestly, I can’t manage anything,” she lied without flinching.