Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right novel Chapter 1689

As long as he twitched it a little, Lara would be dead.

Randy growled, "Cut the crap. Try me again, and you're done."

Lara didn't dare push it. She took a breath. "Okay. Follow me inside."

"I know who your master is," he said. "Tell him to let Erica go, or the Osborne line ends with me."

Her face shifted at that. He noticed. "What, you don't know who he is? Guess you're not that big a deal around here. So, quit stalling. Take me to him now. Touch me, and you don't live to see another day."

Lara's composure crumbled.

In the Illuminati, nobody knew the bishop's identity. She couldn't tell if Randy was bluffing or not.

She had no choice but to lead him toward another entrance. Those goons didn't dare stop him. They just stepped aside.

She took him deeper into the valley. The further in, the warier Randy got.

The mist thickened, blotting out everything.

"You asking me to let you go?" he snorted. "There's gotta be a kill switch. Those people outside took orders from you. You've got the juice."

"Thought you were the deadweight," she smirked. "Didn't peg you for this sharp."

"I hack systems better than you breathe," he countered. "This junk? I'd crack it in a heartbeat. If it weren't for Erica, I wouldn't waste a second on you. Do what I say."

She eyed the blade at her neck and sighed, "Fine, I'll take you. Just don't try anything stupid. Without me, you're not walking out alive."

"Cut the crap and lead the way," he warned. "You've got ten minutes. Past that, and you're dead."