Chapter 539
When we arrived, the entire base had been completely cleared out, leaving no personnel, fingerprints, or traces behind.
These people are entirely mercenary, loyal only to hefty payouts—they have no stance, no morals, no bottom line, and aren’t bound by any personal ties; they kill purely for money.
As long as we can lock onto the identity and movements of just one of them, we can follow the money and communications trail straight to the mastermind who hired them p>
Sienna gave a slight nod, her decisive edge untamed despite the turbulent emotions raging inside her.
“Investigate this with everything you have. Spare no expense, track them to the very end, and assemble the best medical team available.
Cost doesn’t matter. Do whatever it takes to save Quincy and ensure his swift recovery p>
Alister nodded. “Understood p>
“And Sienna paused.
“Lock down all information regarding this villa. Conceal his whereabouts completely and erase any trace that he survived p>
Her gaze turned chilling. “He is the only one who has gotten close to them so far.
Until the truth comes to light, no one can know he is here. We must eliminate any possibility of a secondary attack p>
“I understand,” Alister affirmed with a heavy nod.
After confirming all arrangements were secure, he bowed and retreated out the door to stand guard quietly.
Sienna checked Quincy’s pulse; confirming it was steady, the heavy burden pressing on her heart lifted slightly.
She turned, exited the bedroom, and headed straight downstairs.
Slipping into her car, the doors closed, sealing away the light and shadows behind her.
The vehicle slowly pulled away.
Staring out the window at the rapidly retreating trees, realization suddenly dawned on her.
Her true enemy had never been Celeste Carlyle.
It was the person pulling the strings behind Celeste!
Today was the day Celeste was mandated to return.
Bright and early, accompanied by Thea Stanton and Luna Lennox, Sienna headed fo the police station. to comply with the procedural formalities.
The three women sat quietly on the bench in the waiting area, yet ten minutes past the agreed time, there was still no sign of Celeste.
“They said nine o’clock,” Luna muttered, locking her phone screen and shoving it into her coat pocket, her hushed tone unable to mask her fiery impatience.
“It’s almost nine-thirty. Being this late… she wouldn’t be too scared to show up, would she p>
Thea chuckled softly. “The police set the time, so they wouldn’t dare not show, but they still hold the cards on exactly when they walk in p>
Just then, the glass doors at the end of the corridor pushed open.
Everyone turned toward the sound.
Declan Ward appeared first, stepping sideways to push the door open before stepping back to clear the way.
Following him were long legs moving at an unhurried, measured pace.
He wore a dark gray overcoat over black trousers, his leather shoes polished to a high shine.
The moment Jarred Sterling stepped into the hallway, it felt as though the overhead lights had naturally converged to cast a halo around him.
His handsome face held its usual authority, his entire being exuding an intimidating aura.
It made the very air within several feet of their bench seem to ripple.
Behind him sat Celeste in a wheelchair, a light beige blanket draped carefully over her knees.
Her hair was meticulously styled into a low ponytail, with a few stray wisps framing her face giving her a fragile yet immaculate appearance
Celeste’s gaze flicked to Sienna’s face, pausing for just a second.
It was brief—so fleeting that to an onlooker, it would seem like a casual, accidental glance.
But Sienna caught every ounce of meaning loaded into that look.
It was composed, condescending, a look reserved for looking down on someone who had already lost.
That infuriatingly arrogant posture instantly set Luna off.