How to deal with the aftermath and make a clean getaway? Just thinking about it gave Deon Myers a headache. But he couldn't show any of those emotions.
The boss had said that even if Julia Bluen and Glades Horne were together, she had to be brought before him.
Noah Reyes's two bodyguards were waiting inside the room.
After all the turmoil, it was now seven o'clock in the evening.
The setting sun had already plunged into the sea, and the last glimmer of twilight was being devoured, bit by bit, by the black curtain of night.
"The boss said, please have Mrs. Horne go upstairs for a meeting," the two bodyguards told Deon Myers sternly.
Understanding, Deon Myers let the two bodyguards take Julia upstairs while he turned to go outside to face the furiously approaching Glades Horne, along with the dozen or so armed criminal police who were in pursuit.
"RING! RING! RING!" Deon Myers's phone rang again; it was another call from Silvia Baxter.
