Chapter 1333:

“Mr. Watson,” Eugene said, concern etched across his face.

“He slipped away… again.”

Brandon snarled and slammed his fist against the steering wheel.

This relentless game of cat and mouse with Macauley had dragged them through countless locations—each twist and turn more infuriating than the last—only to end here.

Despite meticulous planning, Macauley had eluded him once more.

What now?

This was the second failure.

Would there be a third?

Millie’s wedding to Myron was only a week away.

Was he supposed to stand by and watch her walk down the aisle… to another man?

Brandon’s fists clenched tighter, veins standing out along his hands.

He couldn’t bear the thought.

Eugene looked at his boss, unsure how to intervene.

“Macauley is too clever,” Eugene muttered.

“He picks the spots, sets the traps… every single time.”

In the alley earlier, and now here, Macauley’s cunning had allowed him to slip away twice.

Then Vivian’s phone buzzed.

Brandon snatched it up.

A message from Macauley glowed on the screen: “Brandon, do you want the document, or do you want my life?”

Brandon didn’t respond. He didn’t know how.

He wanted to lure Macauley out a third time, but he feared the man would see straight through him.

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So far, Macauley hadn’t leaked Millie’s photos—proof that he still believed Brandon was serious about trading Vivian for the so-called important document.

As long as that hope remained, Brandon still had a chance.

Macauley didn’t send anything else after that.

Eugene, having seen the message too, asked cautiously, “Mr. Watson, what now?”

Brandon closed his eyes, letting the tension coil tighter in his chest.

“Let’s go back,” he said at last, his voice strained.

All they could do now was wait for Macauley to make his next move.

But with Millie’s wedding looming…

Brandon slid into the back seat of another car as Eugene started the engine.

As they drove, Brandon stared at the night sky, where a giant balloon hovered above the city, displaying a ticking countdown.

Could he catch Macauley in just one week?

Darden had been pacing below Brandon’s apartment for a while, waiting.

When Brandon’s car rolled up, Darden strode over eagerly.

“Brandon!” he called with a grin, holding up a bottle.

“Care to join me for a drink?”

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