“No way!” Dotson protested. “You shouldn’t be the one to face the Bloody Gang! Let Kite and me take the risks.”
Kite was puzzled. “Boss, this minor task doesn’t warrant your involvement. We’ve got this covered. Is there another reason you’re stepping in?”
Hannah was firm. “I’ve made up my mind. Kite, your job is to pinpoint the exact location of their base.”
“Okay, understood. I’m on it!” Kite promptly exited.
Watching Kite depart, Dotson grew anxious. “Boss, you’ve given her an assignment. Are you suggesting I just stay back and guard?”
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Hannah smiled. “Of course not. Your task is crucial; it’s tied to the success of our Plan B.”
Dotson blinked. “Plan B?”
“We’ll delve into that later tonight. Until Kite returns, we won’t know if we’ll need to implement Plan B,” explained Hannah. “Besides that, there’s something else I need you to handle, though it’s not as pressing.”
Dotson’s expression turned serious. “Boss, I’m prepared to do anything for this cause, even if it means sacrificing my life.”
Hannah looked at him and shook her head with a gentle sigh. “There’s no need for such drastic measures. What I really need right now is for you to pick up ingredients for hot pot. I’ve been craving one ever since we got here. Tonight…”
She paused for a moment and then smiled. “We’re expecting quite a few guests. It’s important to have plenty of food ready.”
Though Dotson was unclear about who these guests might be, he nodded obediently. “I’ll head out and get the food immediately!”
Once alone in the living room, Hannah took out her phone and noticed a new friend request on her messaging app.
She tapped on it, revealing a simple profile with a name represented by a single capital letter: B.
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Recognizing the name on the friend request message, Hannah accepted the friend request.
Instantly, a new message appeared: [Miss Moore, thank you for your assistance during the unpleasantness at the villa. My father regrets his harsh words. Once I’ve recovered, I intend to thank you in person. ]
Bagot was good at dealing with people.
Hannah lowered her gaze and typed a response: [No formalities are needed. I was a doctor once; aiding those in need was simply my responsibility. ]
Then another message arrived: [I understand Miss Moore is an alumna of a renowned local university. Could you share which one?]
Hannah studied the message, unsure if he was probing her or merely making small talk.
[It’s not a renowned university, Mr. Delgado. Please, don’t worry about it.]
Her response effectively halted Bagot’s line of questioning.
From his hospital bed, although still pale, Bagot was mentally sharp.
He passed his phone to the man beside him and remarked, “She’s very cautious; we won’t get anything from her.”