Hannah exchanged a glance with Winston. He understood her silent cue.
Taking Keith’s and Trent’s firearms, he stepped out of the car and handed them over to the waiting guards.
Yet, the lead bodyguard hesitated. “Miss Moore, about your..” he began.
Hannah’s cold smile cut him off. “What? You want to frisk me?”
“No, no…” The bodyguard lowered his gaze, motioning his men to step back, allowing them entry.
As the car came to a halt, the villa’s butler approached. His gaze flickered with surprise upon spotting Alessandra, prompting him to address Hannah in a hushed tone. “Miss Moore, they cannot accompany you inside today.”
Hannah glanced at Alessandra, who cowered beside Winston in apprehension.
“Very well. Arrange for their stay, and I’ll go alone.”
Before she could depart, Winston interjected, “I was there too. The boss won’t mind me accompanying Miss Moore, will he?”
After a brief hesitation, the butler assented. “Fine, Winston. Please accompany Miss Moore. The rest will follow me.”
“Winston!” Alessandra clutched Winston’s sleeve in fear.
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He reassured her softly. “You’ll be in good hands with these gentlemen. I’ll return shortly.”
Turning to Keith, he implored, “Keep an eye on Alessandra.”
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Caught between concern and a desire to intervene, Keith exchanged a worried glance with Winston before directing his attention to Hannah.
Words teetered on the edge of his tongue, but Trent intercepted, dissuading him with a solemn shake of his head.
“Okay, we’ll wait for you,” Keith affirmed.
Accompanying Hannah into the villa, Winston noted the presence of elderly figures in the living room, flanked by a formidable Lineup of guards.
His demeanor tensed when he caught sight of someone familiar seated on another sofa. He murmured to Hannah, “Members of the Chadwick family are here too.”
Hannah’s gaze shifted toward Amelie. Seated beside her were two suited men, youthful in appearance yet unable to conceal the malevolence lurking within their eyes.
Ignoring the silent warning, Hannah strode confidently into the living room, only to be intercepted by vigilant guards at the entrance.
Meeting the scrutinizing gazes of those seated, she remained undaunted. “No need for alarm. I’m not carrying explosives, nor do I wish to share a demise with you.”
Her bold statement incited a scowl from a grey-haired man among them.
“You’re Wallace’s daughter, aren’t you?”
Brushing off the guard’s attempt to restrain her, Hannah settled into a seat with nonchalance.