Hannah let out a mocking laugh. “Do you think you can scare me with that? What makes you think we can strike a deal?”
“If it weren’t for me, that boy would have been dead by now.”
Biting her lip, Hannah relented. “Fine, tell me what’s your condition?”
Wallace spoke in a composed, charismatic tone. “Allow my people to follow you until you secure him. Visit me afterward.”
Anticipating further words from him, Hannah was taken aback when Wallace left it at that. She furrowed her brow and inquired, “Is that all?”
“Well, I’m not the sort to be insatiable. And I don’t think you will agree to other conditions.”
“Fine, once I find him, I’ll come to see you with him,” Hannah said, narrowing her eyes with a hint of menace.
“Okay.”
In a low voice, Wallace uttered, “Winston, your top priority is to keep Miss Moore safe during this time. If anything goes wrong with her…
There was a pause on the other end of the line, and then the voice continued, “You’ll meet the same fate, do you understand?”
“Got it, Boss,” Winston said.
Once the call ended, silence enveloped the car once more.
Hannah leaned back in her seat, eyes closed, seemingly asleep but not quite.
Winston, unable to see her face clearly, sensed a chill emanating from her.
Yet, he focused on driving, his expression unchanging.
At the Compton family’s mansion that evening, the living room was awash with light. Servants stood in orderly rows, but a woman lounged on the sofa, casually crossing her legs and lighting a cigarette.
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“Where’s the family head?”
A maid replied with respect, “He had business to attend to. He left this afternoon and hasn’t returned.”
“Alright.” The woman glanced around the room with an air of indifference, her gaze finally resting on a nearby maid. “Did we have any visitors this afternoon?”
The maid paused to think, then shook her head. “No, Miss.”
“Keep watch here, then.”
With that, she stood and headed towards the stairs.
Halfway up, she turned back to the maid, a smile playing on her lips.
“Oh, and the kitchen made soup this evening. Remind the madam to try some. She’s been eating poorly lately.”