The car arrived at the hotel after a full half hour, and lody Thorne kept glancing back, afraid that the two people in the car behind might not reach an agreent.
Getting out of the car, lody Thorne walked over briskly. Howard Seymour’s face didn’t look as bad as it did at the airport, and it seed like the two had a good talk.
"Could I possibly eat him alive?" Howard Seymour snorted coldly.
lody Thorne stuck out her tongue and naturally walked over to Jared Quinn.
"Dad, did you co this ti because you were worried about ? Why don’t you co back to the villa with us? Staying at the hotel is too inconvenient."
Howard Seymour lowered his eyes, "I mainly ca to see you this ti, and I have another matter to take care of. You guys go about your duties."
He hadn’t seen any trace of that woman for a long ti, but now he had, so he ca to take a look.
"Order lunch," Jared Quinn instructed the person behind him.
"Yes."
lody Thorne opened the door to the room. Jared Quinn had prepared the presidential suite, and the luxurious space inside was jaw-dropping.
After chatting with Howard Seymour for a while, Jared Quinn received a call from Leon Rivers.
"Brother Jared, we’ve found the person behind this, and they might be involved with the mafia. Harold and I are on our way over. Do you want to co?"
"Wait for ," Jared Quinn hung up the phone.
"lody, I’m going out for a bit. You stay here for now."
"Alright, go ahead."
At a marketplace, a man walked into the target area. The man had a thick gold chain around his neck and a cigar in his mouth, clearly a gangster type.
"This guy doesn’t look like a doctor or anything," Leon Rivers observed from outside, noting that while appearances can be deceiving, a doctor wouldn’t dress like that.
"No rush going over there now. Let’s have our people check it out first. We can’t let Wendy Lynch know about this," said Jared Quinn.
"Alright," Leon Rivers took out a walkie-talkie, "Number 1, don’t alert him yet. Go check him out."
"Yes."
Outside the car window, several people approached the man. Just as they were about to reach him, an unknown object suddenly fell from the rooftop, shattering on the ground.
"Damn, he got away," Leon Rivers imdiately started the car and chased after the man, while Harold Chapman and Jared Quinn headed toward the rooftop. There were two elevators, and each took one, while Harold’s n were in the stairwell. The whole building was now tightly sealed.
That person watched the surveillance footage, and to prevent being detected and unable to escape, they had planted explosives in the corners of the hotel, especially on the top floor.
"This is suicide," the person’s hand moved to the control switch, "He won’t escape, and no one should think about leaving."
"You’re crazy!" Wendy Lynch grabbed the person’s hand, "You are not allowed to harm him. I haven’t obtained him yet, and he cannot die."
"He can’t die? Fine, then you go out and find a way to stop him and let leave here. Otherwise, we’ll all die together, and they’ll know about the drug deal, and your end will be worse than mine."
Wendy Lynch’s face turned pale, "I’ll go out. Don’t move."
When Harold Chapman and Jared Quinn reached the top floor, Wendy Lynch was standing by the stairs.
"Miss Lynch," Howard Lynch put his hands in his pockets.
"Cousin, what are you doing here?" Wendy Lynch walked over to the man she hadn’t seen in days, biting her lip.
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