Chapter 1091:
After venting a little, the captain shook his head. “Alright, that’s enough. Adding one more won’t alert the client. I’ll send you the meeting point details soon.”
Without missing a beat, Britton turned to Rylie with a grin. “Guess who just showed up, boss—your competition,” he teased.
She brushed it off. What mattered now was finding a way to tell her brothers she was once again walking straight into danger.
Luckily, her family understood Rylie well. With a weary sigh, Felix asked, “If I tell you not to go, would you actually turn around and come home?”
“Absolutely not,” she shot back.
Kendrick exhaled heavily on the other end. “Let her handle it. It’s her life. Just make sure, as her elder brother, that she has everything she might need.”
Rylie’s gaze softened. “Thank you, Grandpa.”
The tropical night pressed down with heat and humidity, while the sea breeze carried a crisp, salty sting.
Just beyond a concealed reef, roughly five nautical miles from the target island in the Verdant Isles, two unmarked, customized speedboats lay motionless, cutting through the water in silence.
𝘘u𝗮l𝘪𝗍𝘆 t𝗋аոs𝘭𝖺𝘵𝗂o𝗻𝘀 оn g𝗮𝗹𝘯о𝗏𝖾𝗹s.𝘤o𝘮
Corbin Glyn, the leader of the “Crimson Fangs” mercenaries, a middle-aged man marked by scars and piercing eyes, puffed irritably on a cigarette.
He was accompanied by seven heavily armed operatives, each exuding an air of danger.
On the other boat, a young woman in a tailored tactical suit stood with commanding presence, her hair tied back in a precise ponytail. Two composed, highly trained bodyguards flanked her.
Her features were striking, yet her posture and bearing spoke of sharp pride. This was Kari, the eldest daughter of the Havenridge Group.
“Corbin, do you really intend to bring that arms dealer’s person along?” Over the comms, her words cut like ice. “We’re here to rescue, not a field trip. I won’t risk Brad’s safety by involving strangers. I can’t afford a single mistake with my father watching.”
The moment she said “Brad,” her voice shifted—just a fraction, barely noticeable.
Corbin let out a smoke ring, his voice deep and calm. “Miss Yates, getting top-tier gear from Mr. VS at twenty percent off just to accommodate one extra observer—it’s a good bargain. Besides, that person can handle themselves in a fight.” Recalling Britton’s boasts about his boss, Corbin remained skeptical, but he knew it wasn’t wise to challenge them.
“An observer?” Kari let out a derisive laugh. “Since when does an arms dealer understand field combat? If he panics and freezes, we should count ourselves lucky. Keep an eye on him. Don’t let him roam around and stir up trouble. We’ll proceed according to my strategy. Brad’s safety is the priority.”
Her authoritative tone grated on Corbin, yet the Havenridge Group’s influence left him no choice but to swallow his pride.
Just then, the distant hum of an engine reached their ears.
A single-person submersible surged silently through the dark water, drawing every gaze before stopping beside Crimson Fangs’ vessel.
A lithe figure sprang onto the boat in a single fluid motion, hardly disturbing the water.
Carrying a compact waterproof pack, she removed her diving gear, revealing a face both young and strikingly exotic.
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