“No need to apologize to me. The Juarez clan’s the one you should be worrying about.”
She lounged on the sofa with her legs crossed, eyeing the guy.
“Whether you spill or not, Mr. Juarez getting messed up because of you is a solid fact.”
He flinched, but composed himself quick. “I’ll apologize to Mr. Juarez right away and the Chadwich family will sort out all the bills.”
“Is that what Amelie fed you?” Hannah scoffed. “I guess you missed that the Juarez family are furious over this. The Juarez head wants 200 million or you. Do you reckon you’re worth that?”
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Stuck here for days, the man had no clue what was brewing outside.
Hannah’s words hit him Like a ton of bricks and panic set in.
Using his fluster, she remarked, “Plus, it wasn’t even you behind the wheel. Why shoulder the blame?”
“Right, it wasn’t me who-“
In his panic, he blurted out, then shut up real quick.
Caught in Hannah’s smirk, he broke into a sweat. “Miss Moore, please, no jokes… I was the one racing.”
“Alright, if you’re tight-lipped, I won’t push.”
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Hannah rose, motioning to Maloney. “I gave you a shot but you missed it. Let’s go.”
Trent, the last up, reminded the guy, “Something big happened tonight. We’re out of here come morning. Oh, and Chadwich family won’t be riding to your rescue. After tonight, the Juarezes will take you. You may not believe it, but you’ll see for yourself in the morning.”
As he wrapped up, the guy’s eyes darted to Hannah’s retreating figure.
“IU talk! I’ll tell everything! It wasn’t me!!”
At the door, Hannah halted, spinning back. “Who was behind the wheel then?”
The guy spilled, no dawdling this time. “It was a professional tight with Amelie, it was Alessandra!”
Keith and Trent, caught off guard by the name, froze for a second.
Despite the shock, Hannah kept her cool.
“If what you’re saying checks out, you’re free tonight.”
With that, she led the others out.
The guy Remington sent Hannah’s way still loitered outside. Hannah addressed him. “Round up Alessandra from the Chadwich family. If they won’t hand her over, just tell them straight: if the Chadwich family try to cover this with a scapegoat, I’ll spill the beans to Juarezes. After you take her, bring her straight to my room.”
The guy nodded. “Got it, Miss Moore.”