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Quincy remained silent for a while before he nodded. ———— Half an hour later. When Queenie’s cab arrived at the hospital, she immediately caught sight of the man through the cafe’s floor-to-ceiling windows. He was waiting for her. A contemptuous smile appeared on her face. Indeed, it was just as the rumors said. The Lucca men prized their children greatly. Which was why she had taken ovulation pills on the same day she drugged Quincy. She had to strike a bullseye and deliver one last blow to Freya Moses!

Troy Quinn’s heart raged like a storm when I opened the closet in the small bedroom and lifted the hidden trapdoor that led to the bunker under the cabin. I went down first, standing at the bottom of the ladder, ready to catch her if her foot failed and she fell, but she managed the descend well. Going back up might be a problem, but I’d worry about that when we got there. I caught her in my arms when she took the last step and landed on the dirt floor. I didn’t need to do it, she was steady on her feet, but I wanted to. My treacherous heart flipped over when I held her, and electricity coursed through my body.

Because it’ll be a horror show if he keeps fighting me for every single thing. The air hums between three of us while Quincy’s eyes dart between us, ready to jump in if need be. And suddenly, he speaks. “What’s the plan, Ezra?” Quincy turns to him and I frown. “Huh?” “To find Wren. What’s the plan?” “Oh, okay,” I sigh. “First of all, I need to tell you something.” His eyes narrow. “What is that?” “Tristan,” I say. “He’s locked up in my basement. Torch is watching him.”

He walked toward the table, opened the bag to take a small bottle out, and dumped out a pill. “Here, eat up.” Quincy opened her mouth and swallowed the pill. Quentin grinned at the sight. He had carefully crafted that drug. Even the most virtuous woman would turn into a slut if ingested. Quincy felt faint after ingesting the drug. She did not bother thinking too hard about it, since she thought it was because of the venom still in her body. Quentin, meanwhile, took his camera out of his bag and placed it around the room for a while before adjusting it to a good angle. Then, he turned to look at Quincy on the bed.

"I'm glad we understand each other. Now, I need to make preparations for us to both be gone from the pack. I do not want to be gone very long, so we may need to consider transporting the inmates to our pack. I will leave that in your hands while I prepare the pack for our absence. Meet me here in one hour." Quincy bowed at the hip, "Of course." He left her office and went to his suite to freshen up and do as she asked. He was tired, and his bed was inviting, but there was still plenty of work to do. After this meeting, he was sure they would get some rest and leave in the morning. He packed fresh clothes in his bag and added things that he had missed on his last trip. He wanted to be prepare

"So, she wanted to leave me before doing this." "Are you referring to Madam? Did she really leave?" Quincy sensed the situation and added, "I'll send someone to bring Madam back immediately!" "No need," Nash interrupted him. Quincy returned and found Nash sitting in his chair, unmoved. His expression was cold and distant, with a hint of detachment and indifference in his eyes. Quincy could not help but add, "Mr. York, you must have noticed something unusual about but you knowingly walked into her trap yesterday!"

The examiner’s signature read: [Robin Shipp. The name sounded familiar. He was a retired chief of genetics at Kingston Hospital. Through old contacts, I managed to track down his address. When he opened the door and saw me, his eyes darted away before I could even speak. “Ms. Elba, I can’t help you.” He tried to close the door, and I wedged my foot into the gap. “Dr. Shipp, I only want the truth.” He sighed and motioned me inside. I sat on his couch, and he went to pour me a glass of water.

They pinned me to the ground, their grips unforgiving. Luna's foot pressed hard against my face, grinding it with cruel force. "Stop yelling! You sound like a dying animal!" She glanced at one of the men nearby. "What are you waiting for? Get it done!" I looked at Quinn through the haze of pain, my eyes pleading. "That… it's all I have left from him. Please…" Clint had been close to Quinn before his disappearance. It was only because he saved Quinn's life once that he had gotten into the syndicate under York's wing. Quinn knew everything about me and Clint; he even brought us to get our tattoos together.

"Alert all airline authorities, tourism offices, taxi commissions, and immigration checkpoints. I want every possible exit route monitored and shut down—no flights, no trains, no buses, no cabs. No one leaves this city with my wife. Station at least ten trusted men at every key point: airports, local train stations, bus terminals, even stables and private helipads if necessary. I want every route watched, every escape blocked. Make it impossible for her to be moved an inch without us knowing." " Yes sir" "David, you're in charge of tracking their movements down to the minute they left. Tap into the city’s satellite feeds and monitor every vehicle that departed from her neighborhood—trace eve

For his affection! With a strong mindset to win in her journey, Hannah roamed her gaze around. It stopped in a small corner where a few decorations were exquisitely portrayed. Her sinister mind found those chinese bamboo trunks very helpful with her scheme. She flashed a sly smile and went to that corner with a wicked plan gradually formed in her mind. 'You left me with no choice, Terrence. You're mine and mine alone!' *** Meanwhile, in I City.