“Don’t waste your energy,” Flint sneered, seeing her intention. “Specter is already in the room next door.”
Luella’s struggles slowed, and she slumped against the wall in despair.
Flint looked down, his eyes fixed on Luella. From this angle, he thought, Subterra Vanguard’s second-in-command looked strangely familiar. Especially with that white hair. But… where had he seen her before?
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In the main room, Shanley hacked into the hotel’s security system, only to find the video files corrupted.
The footage is damaged? What a coincidence.
“Any news from the Subterra Vanguard front?” Shanley demanded, turning his head to Felton, his voice sharp. “Any word on Juniper?”
“Sir,” Felton said, hanging up his phone. “Our men checked. Ms. Payne is definitely not at the hotel. But it seems Subterra Vanguard hasn't captured her either.”
Not at the hotel? Did she just run off to have some fun?
“Where is Specter?” Shanley closed his laptop, stood up, and picked up the gun from the table, his voice filled with killing intent.
“In the room next door,” Felton answered, startled. “He’s been demanding to see you. Said if he doesn’t, he’ll blow up the ship.”
“Hmph.” Shanley slipped the small bracelet onto his wrist and elegantly fastened his cuffs. A cold, menacing smile touched his lips. “He’s fallen into my hands and still dares to be this arrogant. Let's go meet him.”
“Also—” Shanley added as he walked out, his voice low, “keep an eye on the hotel. Notify me immediately if you get any news about Juniper.”
“Yes, Boss,” Felton replied, hurrying to keep up.
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