Hannah held her phone and glanced at Lorenzo. “I need to take this call outside. You can chat with Mr. Ortega,” she said casually.
As she moved to leave, two guards suddenly blocked her path.
Surprised, Hannah turned to Jeffry, her eyebrows raised in confusion.
“What’s wrong? Can’t I even step out to answer a call?” she questioned.
She slowly lifted her hand, showing it was empty. “Look, I’m not armed. If you’re doubtful, feel free to search me.”
Her voice was softer now, seemingly trying to avoid any further trouble. Being from the Compton family, she must know the consequences of a scene could be dire.
Jeffry shook his head. “No need, Miss Moore. I trust you,” he assured her, signaling the guards to step aside.
With a relieved sigh, Hannah lowered her hand and exited with her phone.
After she left, some of her entourage remained outside. She found a quiet spot nearby and began her call.
Meanwhile, the villa’s guards kept an eye on Hannah. Just then, a group tried to force their way in, drawing the guards’ attention.
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“Let us in!”
The guards shifted their focus, blocking the group with their firearms. “No way! You can’t enter. Those are the rules!” they insisted firmly.
Amidst the quarrel, Hannah slipped away unnoticed to the villa’s corner.
Unseen by anyone, she tucked her phone into her pocket.
No one had called. She had faked a phone call as an excuse to sneak off.
From Jeffry’s recent words, she deduced they were trapped, likely by hidden heavy weapons or bombs in the village.
Earlier, she had eyed a warehouse, suspecting it held items for Jeffry’s shady dealings.
Stealthily, Hannah made her way inside the warehouse.
As she suspected, it was stocked with heavy weapons, bombs, and other important military gear.
Grinning, she gently tapped a box nearby, whispering, “It’s unfortunate that you have met me.”
Only ten minutes had passed when she returned to the villa.
Back in the hall, Hannah inquired, “How’s it going? Is it settled?
Can we leave now?”
Lorenzo rose, smiling. “It’s settled. Same terms as before, but Jeffry’s a bit upset about earlier. He’s asking for more profit from us, wanting a fifty-fifty split.”
Hannah’s eyes narrowed into a smile. “Mr. Ortega, always so greedy.”
She knew Jeffry would take advantage of any opportunity to exploit her.
Moreover, Lorenzo was stirring the pot, aiming to see her take a loss.
Winston stood beside her with a serious expression, shaking his head at Hannah, signaling her to keep her anger in check for now.
Hannah glanced down. Bryson, with his long legs crossed, exuding authority, was seated on the couch, silent as if he wasn’t present.
“Alright.” Hannah Looked up, offering a smile. “I admit m
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y mistake.
I’ll accept it as a way to make it up to you, Mr. Ortega.”
When Hannah completely backed down, Jeffry, with a cigarette between his lips, burst into laughter. “Miss Moore, you’re too quick-tempered to make it far in this game!”
“Yes, I see your point,” Hannah replied, still smiling. “You’ve really opened my eyes, Mr. Ortega. Winston, let’s take our men and leave.”
As they turned to leave, Bryson stood up, saying, “We’ll discuss our deal with K Group another time.”
Jeffry, puzzled, tried to hold him back. “Mr. Mitchell, what do you mean by that? Are you…”
Bryson cut him off, staring at Jeffry with an intense gaze, as if looking at someone doomed. “I’ve got other things to handle, so we’ll have to delay our talk. I’m not in a rush, anyway.”