Chapter 347
Sienna raised her hand and slapped him sharply across the face.
The force wasn’t particularly heavy, but the crisp sound made the officers in the front row turn their heads to look.
Jarred looked at her with pure innocence and complained, “As long as we haven’t gotten our divorce certificate, you’re still my wife. I can’t even get a kiss p>
Sienna was completely expressionless. “Jarred, if you keep crossing my boundaries, I swear I’ll beat you into a pulp p>
Instead of getting angry, Jarred’s lips curled into a faint smile.
This brief moment of intimacy almost gave him the illusion that they hadn’t reached the point of divorce, that their past warmth still existed.
Just then, the intercom called the team to assemble.
Jarred stood up, looking down at Sienna. He reached out to ruffle her hair, but she dodged his hand.
Unbothered, he shoved his hands into his pockets. “Wait for me p>
Leaving those words behind, he sauntered toward the front cabin.
Sienna ignored him, looking down at her laptop.
She waited until his back completely disappeared from sight.
Sienna immediately stopped what she was doing and pulled his phone out of her bag.
She flipped the ringer to silent.
Then she opened her own phone and texted Thea Stanton.
“Do it p>
Not even half an hour later, Jarred’s phone began ringing nonstop.
First, it was Declan Ward, calling again and again.
Then Henry Holden.
The endless calls were swallowed by the silent mode, not a single sound leaking out.
Sienna sat perfectly still, staring straight ahead, acting entirely oblivious.
Eventually, she simply leaned back against her seat and closed her eyes to sleep.
The plane landed at dusk.
Jarred and the team geared up and went straight to the mission site.
Sienna provided rear support at the command center.
She sat in front of the monitors, her eyes glued to the screens, but her mind was elsewhere.
Her phone buzzed.
She got up, walked to a quiet corner of the hallway, and answered.
Thea’s voice came through the receiver. “Fifty thousand dollars. It’s done p>
Sienna’s lips curved. “Not a bad price. Very worth it p>
“I’ll handle the rest. Stay safe out there p>
Thea hung up quickly and decisively—exactly what you’d expect from a top lawyer.
Sienna slipped her phone back into her pocket and turned to head back.
Jarred’s phone lit up again.
She glanced down. The screen glowed with an incoming call from Gideon Grayson.
Sienna quietly watched the screen until the call went to voicemail.
Two seconds later, it lit up again, this time from Lucas Lowell.
Texts and calls flooded in, one after another.
Sienna didn’t click on any of them.
She silently watched the text previews pop up, a cold smile forming on her lips.
She turned off the screen, tossed the phone back into her bag, and walked back to the command center expressionless.
By dawn, Jarred brought his team back.
The mission went smoothly. They had secured the suspect, and the next step was interrogation.
Sienna wasn’t in the command center; she was doing a psychological evaluation on the suspect.
Jarred walked in, unbuckling his tactical vest. He scanned the room and didn’t see Sienna, but he spotted her bag oma chair.
He walked over and pulled his phone out of the bag.
The moment the screen lit up, his brows slammed together.
Countless missed calls and unread texts completely overwhelmed his screen.
Before he could even open them, the phone buzzed again.
Gideon’s name popped up.
Jarred quickly answered.
It wasn’t Gideon speaking normally; it was practically a scream. “Jarred! You finally picked up your damă phone What the nee you doing? Celeste is in trouble p>