Chapter 713
Chapter 713:
From the shadows of the shipping containers, four men emerged. They were big, wearing hoodies, holding baseball bats.
“I gave you the information,” Lucian said, pulling a gun from his waistband. “Now you give me my insurance policy. You’re coming with me, Skye. Liam will do anything to get you back. Even drop the charges p>
Skye didn’t flinch. She didn’t scream.
She slowly pulled her hand out of her pocket. She wasn’t holding a weapon. She was holding her phone, the screen glowing.
“You might want to check your bank account, Lucian,” she said calmly.
Lucian frowned. “What p>
“Your bail,” Skye said. “Five million dollars. Posted by a shell company in the Cayman Islands. I traced it. It’s the same shell company that funded the purchase of the accelerant Sienna used p>
She tapped the screen.
“I just emailed the proof to the District Attorney and your bonding agent. Your bail is being revoked as we speak. And since you are currently violating the terms of your release by being here… well, look up p>
Lucian looked up.
A drone hovered silently above them, its red camera eye blinking.
“Live stream,” Skye said with a cold smile. “Say hello to Chief Liu p>
Sirens wailed in the distance, closing in fast.
Lucian’s face went white. He looked at the gun in his hand, then at the drone, then at the approaching sirens.
“You bitch,” he whispered.
“Run, Lucian,” Skye said. “Though with that ankle monitor, you won’t get far p>
Lucian cursed and scrambled toward the edge of the pier, looking for a boat, his thugs scattering into the night.
Skye stood there, the wind tearing at her hair. She felt a rush of adrenaline so potent it made her hands shake.
е𝘹𝖼𝘭𝘂𝘀𝗶𝘷𝘦 𝗻𝘰𝘃𝘦𝗹s 𝗼𝘯 𝗯𝘦.𝘤𝗼m
She wasn’t the victim anymore.
She was the hunter.
The “New Age Aesthetics” clinic was a pristine fortress of white marble and glass in the heart of the upscale district. It smelled of lavender and money.
Skye walked in the next morning. She wore oversized sunglasses and a silk scarf wrapped around her head, the universal uniform of a wealthy woman recovering from something expensive.
“I have an appointment,” she told the receptionist, flashing a black credit card. “A consultation for… complete renewal p>
The receptionist’s eyes lingered on the card. “Of course, madam. Dr. William is in the back. Right this way p>
Skye was led down a hallway lined with tasteful abstract art. But as they went deeper, the lavender scent faded, replaced by the faint, unmistakable smell of antiseptic and something metallic—like old pennies.
Blood.
She was ushered into an office. Dr. William was a handsome man in his fifties with silver hair and a reassuring smile.