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Chapter Fifty Two The Shock
Donald smirked, satisfaction curling at the edges of his lips. Finally, his plan had worked. He could almost see David Quinn walking toward him any moment now.Aside from wanting to collect the payment his daughter had promised him, Donald had another reason for this meeting — he wanted to meet the man face to face. Though David Quinn wasn’t the wealthiest man in Velmoria like the Viellis, his name carried weight. Being among the top ten richest in Velmoria made him worth knowing.While waiting, Donald leaned back in his chair, scanning the café’s warm, bustling atmosphere. The chatter of patrons mixed with the gentle clink of cups. “Hey!” he called, raising his hand toward the barista, his tone casual but commanding. “Another cup of coffee. Oh! And bring another for my guest too.” He grinned.The barista bowed slightly. “Yes, sir.” She turned and moved away briskly.Five minutes later, she returned, placing two steaming cups in front of them before bowing again. “Enjoy your coffee, s
Chapter Fifty One Change In plans about what?
“There can’t be any change in plan. We both agreed, and you even hiked the price because of our family name,” Jerome blurted, her tone sharp and unyielding, her heart racing like it was in a sprint against time.Though she was a Quinn, the Quinn first daughter, she never liked it when anyone tried to frustrate her. Right now, she could feel the tension in the air, and she figured Donald was deliberately walking that line, testing how far she would let him go before snapping.“Well, I call the shots here,” Donald said with an edge in his voice. “If I say there is a change in plans, there is. You do not have any right to change that fact. I am not the Quinns’ puppet!” His hand slammed down on the table, coffee cups rattling as his voice rose.Normally, Donald was the type who treated his clients with careful respect. But at this moment, his mind was locked on seizing an opportunity he might never get again. He could smell leverage in the air, and he was not about to let the Quinns contr
Chapter Fifty See With Jerome
Donlad gulped the whole beer down into his stomach, feeling the bitter liquid slide past his throat and settle with heat. He slammed the bottle down on the counter, his mind racing. Something didn’t sit right. He had spent weeks trying to connect the dots, but now those dots were forming a picture, and it wasn’t pretty.He then grabbed his car key, stepped into his vehicle, and zoomed out of the house. The engine roared to life like it shared his urgency.As an investigator who had cracked several high-profile cases, the kind that sent other detectives running in circles, Donlad had made a name for himself. He wasn't rich by any means, but he could afford the basic comforts of life and then some.Aside from the van he used for field investigations, he kept a sleek black sedan for personal use. A well-maintained machine, its polished tires gleamed underneath the streetlights, reflecting a mirror-sharp shine even against the dark veil of night.He drove with intent, eyes fixed, mind pac
Chapter Forty Nine Burnt off
The sound of fire crackling against a metallic surface shattered the silence of the hallway. It was faint, barely a whisper, but to a trained ear like his, it screamed danger.Adrian’s guard spun sharply toward the door behind him. His instincts, sharpened over years of elite service, kicked in like a machine. Without hesitation, he lunged forward and yanked the door open.There it was, glowing faintly and sparking, lying on the floor like a dying insect. A self-destructing housefly drone.His eyes narrowed with fury. He stormed toward it, stomping down with the full weight of his boot as if it were a long-hated enemy. Sparks snapped underfoot. He twisted his sole on it like he wanted to grind it out of existence. When the last flicker of fire vanished, he bent, picked up what remained, and slowly raised it to his face.He held the blackened device close, his eyes scanning the melted shell, the burnt lens, the warped rotors. There was a cold stillness in the room as he turned around t
Chapter Forty Eight Fly Recorded
Via the housefly camera, Donald saw and heard the system blare in the house. A red alert signal flashed briefly, echoing through the villa’s network of hidden surveillance devices.It was not that he had not expected this. He did. This was Adrian’s Villa, a place no stranger to elite technology. There was bound to be a very powerful, highly sophisticated security system equipped with layers of detection.Still, he felt a hint of relief knowing he had made the right call. If he hadn’t used the housefly drone, if he had dared to use the car drone or even one of his more visible standard surveillance drones, it was almost certain he wouldn't have gotten this far. He would’ve been caught before crossing the perimeter.But the housefly drone was different. It was very tiny, practically invisible, and couldn’t even be detected unless someone placed more than 100% attention into surveilling the villa. That level of scrutiny was rare, even here.He had already driven the housefly drone to a v
Chapter Forty Seven The Dare Devil
Donald lunged to the back of his van.The morning air was crisp, but he barely noticed. His focus was razor-sharp, his pulse steady but fast. He wasn’t just reaching into the back of a vehicle; he was stepping into a different version of himself, the one trained for missions like this.Inside the back of the van were a lot of instruments he had gotten to make his job easier over the years. The collection looked chaotic to a stranger, but to him, it was an arsenal of precision.Aside from the fact that he had cameras mounted around his van, tools he used to monitor his surroundings even when he wasn’t sitting in the driver’s seat, he also had a variety of other gadgets, ones he always referred to as his “Toys.”He drew his briefcase closer to him and unlocked it with his passcode, a simple movement that carried the weight of experience.The briefcase clicked open, revealing its contents. His instruments were perfectly set, exactly the way he had arranged them the last time he used them
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