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"No, but I'm sure they'll find out about that. Be careful, and protect my daughter, Raven. I know you have your goal, and I have mine. But we are working in this together so brace yourself." Mr. Scott secretly went to Mafias and be the part of them. He is famous for catching criminals connected to the illegal organization he is in, but he is having a hard time finding out who is shadow. The legal criminal organization Mr. Scott built is responsible for the investigations and chasings.

She turned to walk away but I stopped her. “Sorry but what time is it?” “It’s 6 p.m, ma’am,” “Thank you,” Another yawn slipped from my lips just as the door closed and my eyes caught onto the book I’d been reading, placed on the nearest nightstand. I stretched a bit and got out of the bed, slipped on my flats and rubbed my palms on my suit pants to smoothen any creases that might be on them from when I’d been sleeping. I grabbed the book on the nightstand and headed out. Luckily for me, the airhostess was just heading out. I climbed down to spot Scott at a distance away, communicating with two men dressed in all black. Our luggages was beside him but the moment he saw me, he tapped the back

»»»◈«« I stepped off the plane, my polished shoes making a muted thud against the jet bridge. The familiar, sharp scent of the city greeted me as he walked through the private terminal. It had been a year and a half in Rochester—time spent away from my home and my empire. I moved through the airport like a ghost. I glanced around, taking in the sights and sounds that I had missed in my absence. A line of black SUVs waited for me outside. So much for being discreet. I hadn't told anyone I was coming back. The only people who knew were Niko, Scott, and Lorenzo, and they were enough. But Scott always makes a fucking spectacle out of everything. I sighed and made my way to the lead SUV, where Sc

The man I'd seduced, manipulated, used—the man I'd thought would be my ticket out of the shadows—reduced to a silhouette behind tinted glass. The SUV pulled away. I sat back in my booth. My coffee had gone cold. My hands were shaking. You're next. The thought came clear and cold. Scott would talk. They always talked. And when he did, he'd tell them about me. About the doctor referrals. About the conversations where I'd encouraged his worst instincts. About the night in his office when I'd made sure Eliza walked in at exactly the right moment. I wasn't innocent. Had never claimed to be.

Chapter 35 (The set up; Arrested) . . . . 🔥🔥Genre: Trilling romance and suspense✨✨ 💝Written by:💝 💖Jesudamilola Abiola💝 . . . Scott's POV As soon as the man walked pass me, I felt suspicious of him instantly and as I turned back again, I saw him turning towards the direction of the room I was coming from... "What?" I furrowed and decided to follow him

She nodded meekly, dropping the conversation and left quietly. Ruben closed the door with a sigh. He thought about what he had worked on today, besides his usual workload, both on the world political and business stage and his corrupt underground dealings. Several things still concerned him… One; Where was Scott McGowen? Ruben still expected him to turn up on his doorstep to order Kat back to his side and although Ruben had organised some very well laid plans to apprehend Scott on arrival and make sure he didn’t ever come in contact with Kat again should he show up at the gates, he was still finding himself apprehensive as to why the man had not yet appeared.

Paul was waiting in the living room. "Paul. It's a relief to see you here on such short notice. How was the journey?" Paul smiled. "Mr. Hunter. It was an adventure. Pleased to see you too." "Please, sit." Scott gestured to the chair. Paul sat. "Now. What's this mystery case?" "It's not a mystery." Scott leaned forward. "I needed a lawyer, and I don't trust anyone in this town" "Understood." Scott was glad he didn't have to elaborate.

But he would find out, because he was Venator, a state-approved hunter whose job it was to get the prole plague under control. For five tense minutes Gian drove the car through the streets with a lead foot. Fortunately, he knew his way around this part of town very well and so it was easy for him to find the address. However, he stared at the proper roadside parking. He just stopped across the front of the house and then they just had to follow the screams. Maddox just took the time to rush to the trunk and get his hunting rifle when he followed Gian across the driveway of a local family house.

Hell, there had been reporters outside the courthouse with cameras and microphones at the ready. “Whatever happened to that fuckin’ cunt, anyway?” The last I heard, the cunt was heading to Malibu. Scott didn’t want to use such crude language in front of the ladies, even though it was obvious they were with Bart for his money. “Not sure, but good riddance.” “Damn straight. How’s that crazy-ass Clayton?” Scott chuckled. “He’s great.” “Still livin’ in the same house?” “Yeah.” “And your boy?”

I had indeed sworn to Mona that I wouldn't call the police that time, but I never promised I would tolerate it this time. So, I submitted all the surveillance footage from this incident, along with the injury assessment results. While Lester's involvement was unexpected, visiting Rosalie's hometown had been part of my plan from the start. As the previous time had been an accident, no solid evidence was left. This time, however, I was prepared for my visit back to Rosalie's home. I deliberately stepped into their trap while recording every move in high definition.