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“Two flight medics cleared by Dr. Hart. No substitutions.” “Perimeter sweep?” “Two hours before wheels-up.” Milton adjusted the compact weapon holstered under his jacket. “I’ll put a man on the roof. Eyes up, no chatter.” “Anyone blinks wrong, cut them out,” John said. Milton’s mouth twitched. “Yes, sir.” He switched channels and called the Marlowe Airport operations desk. Someone picked up on the first ring. “It’s me,” Milton said. “Pre-clear Gate Two. Nothing in the logs. Usual terms.” A beat. “Good.” He ended the call.

Inside the Emperor Karaoke Bar’s office, the mood was heavy. “We’ve pinpointed the exact location, Mr. Crawford. After tracing Miss Milton’s last call, we found that it was made outside an incomplete factory, west of the city,” explained Michael. “Mr. Crawford!” shouted Zack as he burst through the office’s door.

] Under the warm, cozy lights of the trendy restaurant, Milton, dressed in a black shirt and beige pants, was chatting with a woman. [That's him. I want a picture of her face.] The woman's photo came in shortly after. I only glanced at it, but it felt familiar, like I'd seen her somewhere before. At this point, the task was technically over. But the courier, more outraged than I was, sent me over ten more photos all at once. There were shots of Milton flirting with the woman, of him fixing her hair, and even one where she leaned in to kiss him... [Miss, you don't have to pay extra. It's everyone's responsibility to fight against immoral behavior. Oh, and I overheard them talking about a hous

"Oh? Give me the address and I'll be right over." After hanging up the phone, Wilbur received the address almost instantly and he drove over to Milton's house right away. When he arrived at the door of Milton's house, there were many special agents outside, and Faron and Nicholas were also waiting at the door. Wilbur got out of the car and asked, "What's going on?" "I don't know. Several special agents were sent to the hospital because they got too close. No one dares to enter Milton's house now." Nicholas frowned.

“Either drive them to your house or put them back on the market. But you can’t leave them sitting there.” Layla rubbed her forehead. “I’ll think about it.” “You think too much,” he muttered She looked up at him. He wasn’t angry, he was worried. Before she could respond, Caleb’s eyes shifted over her shoulder. He frowned. “Who is that?” he asked quietly. Layla turned to see Milton standing by the hallway, hands folded and waiting. “That’s my driver Milton,” she said. Caleb’s stare sharpened. Something dark flashed in his eyes.

Noah took the BBQ chicken wings that Dexie handed him, and his expression softened a bit. Dexie exhaled in relief, prompting Jessebelle to inquire, “Dexie, how was your search?” Dexie briefly explained the situation, then said, “Just now, I asked Gavin to help me find the person in the file.” "Milton Road... Dexie, the residents there used to be wealthy, but the Huxley Group real estate agency acquired them a few years ago, and now it's just a regular neighborhood." Upon hearing this, Dexie joked, “So maybe... my parents moved?”

Ariadne’s eyes were glazed over until a familiar name caught her attention. "Milton Group..." Her heart skipped a beat as she straightened in her seat, gripping the remote tighter. The screen cut to footage of the Milton Group's towering headquarters, followed by an image of Gideon Milton, standing confidently behind a podium. The anchor’s voice continued, clear and unyielding: