The Unshackled Queen: Never Say Never by Gilbert Soysal

Chapter 1750

Prev Chapter
Background

Font family

Font size

Line hieght

Full frame
Yes No

No line breaks
Yes No
Next Chapter

"Miss Moore, Miss Moore, are you still with me?" Officer Stevenson's voice on the phone jolted her back to reality. Clutching her phone, Hannah's reply was a bit rigid.

"Yes, I'm Listening.

" "Don't worry.

This is a significant case.

Although the details are currently under wraps, rest assured, the police will uncover the truth.

" "You're a friend of Bryson's, Officer Stevenson.

I trust your judgment," Hannah responded, her faith evident in her tone.

Officer Stevenson, soaked in sweat, waved his hand in front of his face to cool off.

"For your safety, I'd advise you to stay indoors for the tbeing.

If you really need to go out, ensure you're accompanied by more bodyguards.

Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt

Hannah's tone grew more solemn.

"I understand.

Thanks for the heads-up, Officer Stevenson.

After ending the call, Hannah gazed out the window of her study, her thoughts a tangled maze.

Meanwhile, outside an inconspicuous house, a young man arrived with a bag full of groceries.

"I'm back," he announced, his voice slicing through the quiet as he shut the door, casting the room into a soft glow.

"The police have destroyed our base in Palmetan completely.

It's too risky now.

We need to maintain a low profile and remain here for the tbeing.

He set the bag down on the table, announcing, "I picked up sfast food on the way here.

It's not much, but it'll do.

He pulled out a sandwich and settled onto the couch, peeling back the wrapper to take a bite.

The person in the office chair, turned away from him, remained motionless.

Undeterred, he continued, addressing the chair's back, "There's still over ten billion dollars in the account.

That should cover us for the next few years.

Slowly, the office chair pivoted to face him.

A middle-aged man, his figure gaunt and his hair white and curly, sat in the chair.

One eye was a foggy gray, obviously sightless.

Given his appearance, few would recognize him as the once-dreaded Leviathan, notorious for causing havoc across the city.

His voice raspy, the man fixed his one functioning eye on Quentin.

"Quentin, where's the person you were supposed to handle?" Quentin, still chewing, glanced up.

"Oh, the guy with the number for a name? What was it again? Forget it, it slips my mind.

Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm

We should really start using more memorable names.

I left him in the ocean.

Dead men tell no tales.

We'll pick someone more dependable next time.

His offhand manner suggested that taking a life was as mundane to him as throwing away an old newspaper. Leviathan's face darkened.

"I won't hold this against you.

But back on the island, you had a chance to kill her.

Why didn't you?" Quentin stretched out, dismissively tossing the remnants of his sandwich.

"You expectedto go down with them? Sacrifice myself justto kill her? Interesting idea. But in those circumstances, even if I had died, you wouldn't have succeeded in killing her.

Her allies are formidable.

Even with additional manpower, it wouldn't have been a simple task," he el said a smile playing on his Lips. Quentin displayed neither respect nor fear towards Leviathan.

Report chapter Comments

The Unshackled Queen: Never Say Never by Gilbert Soysal

Notify