Looking down at the defeated trio, he asked, Is there a specific requirement to join this chat? Well… The men exchanged uneasy nces, uncertain whether to divulge more.


    Without another word, Bryson tossed a bank card onto the floor.


    This card is unlocked, containing two million.


    Let me ask again, how can I get into this group chat? The three men, driven by greed, quickly sumbed to the lure of easy money.


    One of them swiftly clutched the bank card to his chest, eximing, Theres a way in! We were introduced and added to the group.


    If you need help, we can assist! Bryson, seeing their quickpliance, nodded in approval.


    Very good.


    With Dotson in tow, Bryson exited the cafe.


    Once Bryson was out of sight, the men copsed onto the floor, their faces slick with sweat. One, nursing an injury, clutched at his chest and addressed the one who had seized the money, We failed toplete our task, and Im hurt.


    Its only fair to give me $1 million out of the $2 million.


    The man beside him gestured dismissively and said, Okay, lets split it that way.


    Initially silent, the third man suddenly said, We haventpleted the job, and the target wasnt delivered.


    What do we tell the boss? That man took him away so easily.


    Should we inform our boss? The man beside him scoffed.


    Are you out of your mind? Telling the boss would only make our lives miserable.


    He continued and said, Besides, were not the only ones who fail at tasks.


    Lets keep quiet.


    The guy said hed give us an extra $3 million to help him join the chat. Were in this for the money, right? We barely make tens of thousands a month.


    Why not earn more? With that, the others fell silent, mulling over the possibility.


    They seldom made significant money, and the prospect of not getting caught while earning extra was too enticing.


    Meanwhile, Bryson had joined Hannah in her car, and they were on their way to the Compton estate.


    As they drove, Bryson recounted the events to Hannah.


    ncing through the rearview mirror, she observed Dotson, who was still unconscious in the back seat.


    Ill check on Dotson when we get back.


    Dont worry.


    Bryson reassured her.


    I inquired about his condition when I retrieved him. They said he was drugged but should recover after a few hours of rest.


    Hannah massaged her temples, feeling a headacheing on.


    Noticing her difort, Bryson almost chuckled.


    Has it been Like this for youtely? As they stopped at a red light, Hannah turned to face him, irritation evident.


    You still find this funny? Brysons smile faded.


    If I had known, I wouldve caught an earlier flight to be with you.


    That wouldnt help.


    Hannah shook her head.


    Id just worry about you more.