Hannah shot him a look and questioned, “Don’t you have anything else to do?”
Bryson remained still, leaning against the wall. “Remington’s men are watching me, and they’re keeping an eye on you too.”
“I’ve noticed. When I drove back today, they had vehicles tailing me, but I shook them off.”
Hannah eyed Bryson. “They probably think I wouldn’t be the one who destroyed the paintings. You’re being watched, so why not just go back to Cadilind?”
Bryson cracked a small smile. “I know you’re concerned about me, but I can’t leave you here alone. I’d be too worried. This isn’t like back home. Here, a wrong move doesn’t just bring trouble, it brings death.”
Hannah, resting her chin on her hand, scoffed, “I’m not in as much danger as you. You ruined their paintings, and their illegal drugs were gone. They’re only keeping you alive because they’re scared of who you are… But they’ll make a move eventually.”
Bryson’s expression darkened. He tried to reassure her. “They’re not ready to do that yet. But it’s time for me to handle their right-hand men.”
He stood up, smoothed out his suit, and looked at Hannah. “Here, catch.”
Bryson tossed a sophisticated wristwatch to Hannah. “If you need me, use this. It’s got GPS, so I can find you anytime. If you’re in trouble, just hit the side button, and I’ll know where you are.”
Hannah raised an eyebrow, playing with the watch. “You’re really prepared.”
“I have to be. You’re up against the Lyons. I wouldn’t stand a chance of finding you otherwise.”
Hannah nodded, putting on the watch onto her wrist. She waved at Bryson, reassuring him. “I’ll keep it on, unless someone else takes it away.”
Bryson’s eyes narrowed, his voice low and serious. “If someone wants to take it away from you, just open the watch’s face. There’s a tracker inside. Take it out and keep it with you, and I’ll be able to pinpoint your location.”
“I got it.”
Suddenly, Bryson leaned in closer to Hannah, gently lifted her chin, and ki*sed her.
He didn’t utter a word afterward. Standing up, he opened the door and left the room.
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The next morning, Winston was driving the car. Hannah, seated in the back, gazed out at the passing scenery.
As they neared a private manor, the road was blanketed in golden leaves, creating a scene straight out of a fairy tale.
Just before entering the manor, the usually silent Winston uttered his thoughts. “Don’t worry about what anyone says inside. You’re here as a guest of the boss. There’s no need to be overly polite.”
Hannah nodded, seemingly indifferent. Winston caught a glimpse of her in the rearview mirror but remained silent.
As they approached, the manor’s gates slowly opened. It was a while before Winston’s car finally stopped at the entrance.
A well-dressed butler was already waiting. He opened the car door for Hannah, saying, “Miss, our master has been eagerly awaiting your arrival. Please, come this way.”
Hannah and Winston followed the butler into the manor.
The manor’s opulence was striking, as though it were crafted by an ancient designer. Tulips lined the corridor, their fragrance filling the air.