Maggie was frantically elbowing the car window, struggling for control of the steering wheel. With the police hot on their tail, the driver had no choice but to abandon the route to the airport.
After a series of sharp turns, they finally shook off the cops but found themselves in the heart of the bustling city.
Maggie kicked open the car door and bolted out, shouting at the top of her lungs, "Help! Help!"
Her cries instantly drew the attention of passersby, and a group of good Samaritans quickly surrounded the bodyguards.
The bodyguards were sweating bullets, their eyes darting to the direction where Maggie had fled. Escorting a woman to the airport shouldn't have been this complicated. In hindsight, maybe they should have knocked her out, but then she wouldn't have passed airport security.
The driver hastily called Marlon, who couldn't help but chuckle wryly.
The plan was to quietly get Maggie out of town, but with her running off, it was like poking a hornet's nest.
"What am I paying you for?" Marlon fumed.
The bodyguards knew they'd screwed up, and none dared utter a word.
Marlon rubbed his temples, "Forget it. We'll get another chance. I'll talk to Abner."
As long as Abner agreed to send Maggie away, her struggles wouldn't matter.
*
Maggie ran as far as her legs could carry her, panting heavily.
The more disheveled she became, the more she blamed Athena. If not for Athena's sudden appearance, she'd be married to Marlon by now, living the high life instead of this constant hide-and-seek.
She was furious—deeply, bitterly furious.
Once, Athena had been nothing more than a servant at her feet. The reversal of fortune was driving her to the brink.
Ducking into a grimy alley, Maggie swapped clothes with a homeless person. When she emerged, she was almost unrecognizable in her ragged attire.
This was Marlon testing her. If she refused to meet, he'd suspect her of hiding something.
Athena kept Marlon’s invitation from Tyler for now. Tyler wouldn’t let her act alone, but she had to take this risk.
Marlon sat back on his sofa, not expecting Athena to show. If she didn't, it would mean she had something to hide.
But Athena's reply was swift and straightforward. She asked what he wanted.
"Marlon, what's up? I hear you’ve got some baby photos of mine. Mind if I come over and see them? Grandma did say we should spend more time together."
"And what about Maggie? Taken care of?"
In other words, if Maggie wasn't dealt with, she wouldn't acknowledge him as her brother.
Marlon chuckled, recalling the time they shared a meal of chili dogs. It was such a small moment, yet he found himself remembering every detail vividly.

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