Winston, trailing behind, interjected coldly, “Mr. Mitchell, no matter your influence, protecting Miss Moore indefinitely is impractical. Her impulsive actions today will attract backlash. Even if we can handle the gangs behind them, it’ll bring significant trouble for her.”
However, Hannah countered, “Only when I align with K Group members will they go the extra mile for me. Do you truly believe people will buy into the ‘accidental’ warehouse explosion?”
Her strategic maneuver was nothing short of a calculated chess move, a play for the long game. “Even if I had chosen to remain inert, Blackeye’s watchful eyes would linger, scrutinizing every move. By daring to defy Blackeye’s regulations, I’ve undoubtedly drawn attention, inviting the gaze of countless observers,” she remarked coolly.
Winston, caught off guard, hadn’t fathomed that Hannah had already devised a contingency plan in just a matter of days.
“Then…” He surfaced his confusion. “What if the K Group didn’t make an appearance today?”
Bryson’s response was curt, his voice a low rumble of discontent. “I never intended to deploy them in combat. It was a fluke, an unintended turn of events that led to what transpired today.”
“Fair enough. One major hurdle down,” Hannah sighed with satisfaction, stretching languidly. “It’s time to return and apprise Mr. Compton of the situation.”
The thought of Amelie’s incredulous expression brought a smirk to her lips. She itched to witness whether Joselyn could maintain composure when facing her.
Exiting the confines of Blackeye, Hannah’s and Bryson’s vehicles maintained a synchronized pace as they headed toward the city center.
Their paths diverged only upon reaching the bustling downtown area.
As Winston steered the car into the opulent grounds of the Compton Manor, the visible surge in the number of vigilant guards didn’t escape Trent’s notice.
Frowning, he remarked, “Something’s wrong. There’s a significant increase in security.”
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The bodyguards, not obstructing Winston, ushered his car into the core of the estate. They even subtly guided him into the heart of the manor.
“Seems like trouble is heading our way.” Holding the wheel firmly, Winston appraised the looming manor. His gaze met Hannah’s as he voiced a crucial question. “Miss Moore, if I turn this car around now, we might just slip away.”
Unperturbed by the vigilant guards, Hannah brushed it off with a wave of her hand. “Drive straight ahead. After all, this is the Compton family’s domain.”
Casting a meaningful glance at Winston, she added, “Remember your allegiance. Don’t lose sight of who you are. Are you truly prepared to defy the Compton family and follow me?”
As those words sunk in, Winston found himself momentarily stunned.
“You saved Alessandra. I’m not one to overlook a kindness,” he announced calmly as he brought the car to a halt.
Glancing into the rearview mirror, he caught sight of figures closing in from behind. His hand instinctively brushed against the gun tucked at his waist.
“Easy there,” Hannah murmured from the passenger seat, her eyes tracking the approaching figures. “It’s dark, and we’re in murky waters. Now’s not the time for a skirmish.”
Abruptly, as she finished speaking, sharp knocks echoed against both sides of the car’s doors.
Several imposing bodyguards had encircled them. Hannah lowered the window with composure, meeting the row of stoic guards outside.
“Move aside!” she commanded.
The lead bodyguard addressed Hannah. “Miss Moore, we’re not here for trouble. The Compton family elders are here today. For the manor’s security, please surrender your weapons.”