Married To My Husband's Sworn Enemy
Pressing against the wall, they observed the men separating, surveying the surroundings.
Lyla murmured, "We must leave before they scan this region."
Jace gave a nod, guiding her over the rooftops. At last, they descended into a deserted warehouse at the city's outskirts. Lyla took out her phone, typing rapidly before looking up. "An old internet café is located nearby." "It's not fully functional, yet it contains what we require to examine the drive."
They darted swiftly, gliding through the darkness. The café was dilapidated, and the flickering neon lights hardly lit up the sign. The interior was almost vacant, except for an elderly man at the counter who hardly glanced up.