Meanwhile, Jalen hurriedly pushed Rocco’s wheelchair down from the ship, a worried look on his face. “If they unload the paintings, the illicit drugs hidden inside could be distributed everywhere.”
Hannah glanced at the Queen Elizabeth, then noticed Remington and a heavily disguised Conor among the disembarking crowd.
Suddenly, near the ship, Rodrigo rushed down and whispered urgently to Remington.
Remington’s expression turned grave, a look Hannah had never seen on him before. “Incompetent fools! Find them!”
With a steely look towards Hannah, Conor started heading their way.
“He’s coming!” Jalen tensed up.
“Don’t worry,” Hannah said calmly. “He’s here for me. You can go ahead and leave.”
“But…”
Before Jalen could finish speaking, Conor approached Hannah and said, “Miss Moore, may I have a word with you?”
Hannah agreed with a nod, “Sure, let’s go.”
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Winston trailed behind them, but Conor didn’t invite him to join. He simply gave Winston a quick glance.
As they reached the shore, Hannah paused and inquired, “What’s up, Mr. Freeman?”
Chaos reigned on the ship. Remington’s crew were frantically searching for something.
Conor, his suit flapping in the breeze, lit a cigarette and gazed at Hannah. “I didn’t expect this from you. How did you manage to hide those paintings while being watched so closely?”
Hannah’s eyebrows arched slightly. “I never laid a hand on your paintings, Mr. Freeman. You can try to frame me, but unless you’re ready to shoot me right here, I won’t admit to something I didn’t do.”
Conor’s gaze hardened as he turned to Winston. “Who else would want those paintings if not you?”
Winston said, “There are plenty who’d love to see you fail. We only wanted to work with you. We had a deal. Do you really think destroying the paintings and turning you against us was part of our plan?”
Suddenly, a shout erupted from the ship…
“The paintings are in the sea! The paintings are in the sea! Damn it.”
Instantly, several figures dived into the water.
Moments later, Rodrigo came running down, soaked and distressed. “Mr. Freeman… the paintings are ruined… What do we do now?”
Conor, turning to face him, demanded, “What about the stuff inside?”
Rodrigo’s expression turned grim. “Everything in them is gone…”