Chapter 846
“Equity transfer documents for The Larsen Grand!” Hank’s eyes widened in utter disbelief.
He looked at them with pure envy. “Incredible, man. You two are actually shareholders in this hotel now p>
“Technically, Mira is the shareholder now. Not me,” Owen corrected with a helpless sigh.
“Isn’t it the same thing p>
“How is it the same? I’m going to have to work twice as hard now, otherwise everyone’s going to call me a kept man p>
“Are you saying you’re not?” Hank teased.
“Give me a break. I haven’t leeched off her once, I swear. I’ve been neglecting my own company while Mira works me to the bone like a pack mule,” Owen said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
Hank chuckled. “Is that right? It’s tough having such a brilliant partner, huh p>
Owen was about to nod in agreement when Hank added, “Want me to take on some of that burden for you p>
“In your dreams!” Owen snapped, his fists clenching instantly.
“You two can joke all you want, but leave me out of it!” Mira hissed through gritted teeth.
Both men immediately clamped their mouths shut, too terrified to utter another word.
Hank glanced back and saw the server turning to leave. He quickly grabbed the man’s arm. “Are you guys still selling equity? I want in p>
Mira smirked. “We paid a hundred million for a one-percent stake. You still want in p>
“Hell yes. I’d pay two hundred million for it without blinking p>
It was clear that shares in The Larsen Grand were worth their weight in gold.
The server just shook his head firmly. Money alone couldn’t buy a stake in this hotel.
Finally, Owen intervened. “Let it go, man. They’re not selling anymore p>
“Then how did you guys get it?” Hank demanded, staring at Owen.
“What can I say? They wanted to be friends with us p>
“Show-off. You’re just coasting on having an amazing partner. Just wait, I’ll find an even better one and make you eat your words,” Hank grumbled indignantly.
Owen let out a short, mocking laugh. “Go hook up with Mishka. I guarantee she’s exactly what you’re looking for p>
“I’ll kill you p>
Mira shot them a lethal glare, and both men fell instantly silent.
“I asked David to arrange for his people to escort us to the airport tomorrow morning,” Mira informed them Hows that? Now we’ve got an extra layer of security. We should be totally safe p>
Mira and the team flew back early the next morning. With triple layers of security escorting them from the hotel to the airport, the journey went off without a hitch.
Before boarding, Mira called Silas Lawson-her Master’s lead enforcer back in Aethelgard—and told him to have a security detail waiting at the airport.
When they finally touched down at the Aethelgard airport, Hank issued a warning as they deplaned. “Stay sharp, everyone. Just in case p>
As they dragged their luggage
ger
through the terminal, Mira suddenly felt an icy chill prick the back of her neck. She dodged just in time. A needle as fine as a hair sliced through the air barely grazing her skin before embedding itself deep into the backpack of the person in front of her.
In a split second, Mira lashed a kick backward, simultaneously hurling a handful of specialized powder right at the attacker.
“Ah!” someone cried out, nearly tumbling to the ground.
Jax Weaver lunged forward to grab the assailant. His fingers barely brushed the attacker’s clothes before the person twisted away.
Owen followed up with a vicious kick of his own, but the assassin shoved a bystander into his path and instantly vanished into the dense crowd.
“What is wrong with people?! You knock someone over and just run off?!” the person on the floor yelled in outrage.
It was impossible to give chase. The airport was suffocatingly crowded and chaotic,
and their security detail was too stretched thin to break formation.
Though it sounded like a prolonged struggle, the entire clash had unfolded in a fraction of a second.
Owen yanked Mira into his arms and refused to let go, his heart pounding with cold, lingering terror.
Mira plucked the tiny needle from the stranger’s backpack and held it up for Owen to see. “Look. It’s a Ghost-Needle. That was a top-tier assassin p>
A Ghost-Needte looked like a long sewing needle, but it was exponentially thinner-as fine as a strand of hair. It was nearly invisible to the untrained eye, yet it was one of the must lethal assassination weapons in existence.