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Barr approached him, slinking into view.
“Mr. Morgan, what are our plans for moving forward?” Barr asked.
“Prepare for departure,” Ryan replied curtly.
Shera hurried back to the Thomas Corporation team, where everyone except her and her direct supervisor had already boarded the vehicle.
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Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThey were waiting for her before setting off.
Even from afar, Shera could tell that Mr. Perez took issue with her absence.
“Where have you been, Shera?” he complained.
“We agreed to leave at eleven o’clock, and it’s about to rain heavily. We need to get out of here before the downpour starts.”
Shera concocted an excuse.
“I’m sorry, I got lost while wandering around the town.”
She had deliberately procrastinated for twenty minutes, knowing that a heavy rain was imminent. She was trying to keep Marcus here for a few more days before returning to Preagend.
Shera glanced at Marcus, who was attentively reading documents in the car next to her. She felt a pang of concern.
Ryan had arrived, seeking his revenge against Marcus. She wanted to remind him to be on guard, but she couldn’t.
“Stop dawdling and get in the car!” Mr. Perez’s voice boomed.
Shera bit her tongue, stifling a retort. She boarded the car, her heart pounding in her chest.
If she warned Marcus about Ryan’s presence, it would reveal her own connection to him. She couldn’t risk it.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAs they drove, the weather forecast proved accurate. They had barely arrived in Oldfort when the weather suddenly turned for the worse.
Heavy rain poured down, falling in thick sheets and obscuring the road ahead.
The driver turned back, his voice laced with concern.
“Mr. Thomas, the rain is too heavy. Should we continue?”
Marcus loosened his tie and gazed out the window at the stormy landscape, his eyes squinting against the relentless downpour.
“Find a nearby place to stop,” he instructed.
Marcus and his team hadn’t been settled in a nearby hotel for long when they were unexpectedly confronted by assassins. The killers used a room service ruse to gain access to Marcus’s room.
Trenton swiftly incapacitated the two downed assassins and, when he emerged, urgently advised, “Mr. Thomas, we need to vacate this place immediately. They’ve failed this time, but they’ll certainly make another move soon.”