Chapter 1126:
One officer scoffed and reached for Rylie’s arm. “You don’t make the rules here. Cooperate with the search, or you’ll be charged with obstruction and theft.”
Unable to watch Rylie be manhandled, Melany spoke up, her voice shaking. “I’ll go to the changing room. I’ll cooperate with the female officer.”
Melany was escorted toward the fitting room while the two sales associates exchanged smug, satisfied glances.
Meanwhile, Rylie made a quick call. “Deandre, send your people now. We’re at the jewelry store on the corner—blue entrance. The staff accused us of stealing, and the police are trying to search us.”
Seconds later, Deandre’s voice came through, low and controlled. “Protect her. My people are on the way.”
After the call ended, Melany emerged fully dressed, accompanied by the female officer. Rylie was then subjected to a thorough search. The officer patted her down carefully before finally shaking her head—nothing was found.
At that, one sales associate burst out, voice sharp with accusation. “That’s impossible! They were the only ones who touched it. They must have hidden it somewhere… somewhere private!”
W𝘦e𝗸ly 𝘳𝗲𝘭𝗲𝖺s𝘦ѕ 𝘰𝘯 𝘨𝘢𝘭𝘯𝗈vе𝗅𝘀.𝖼o𝗆
The female officer frowned. “A search of that nature would require medical personnel at a hospital. That would make this far more serious.”
Her tone held a quiet warning, hinting at the degradation such an act would involve.
But the associate crossed her arms defiantly. “Then they either pay for it, or we take this further.”
Just as the officers moved to restrain them, the screech of tires cut through the air. Three black SUVs slid to a halt directly in front of the store.
Doors flew open. Seven or eight heavily built men in tactical gear jumped out, movements sharp and disciplined, compact firearms in hand.
Leading them was a bald man with a cold, commanding stare. He kicked the glass door open, the bell above shattering as he strode inside. His eyes briefly met Rylie’s and Melany’s before shifting to the sales associates and officers, who now looked visibly shaken.
“Mr. Owen sends his regards on behalf of the Costa Syndicate,” the man announced, his voice low and chilling, each word weighted with threat.
“C-Costa…” The officers stammered. Their batons slipped from numb fingers, color draining from their faces.
In that region, the name Costa meant fear—a hidden empire that decided fates with a whisper.
Rylie’s eyes swept over the sales associates with cold disdain as they clung to the counter, faces pale.
In that instant, control of the situation shifted completely, and the outcome was no longer in doubt.
The men pushed the stunned bystanders aside with the cold barrels of their guns. At a sharp gesture from the bald leader, two men stepped toward the glass display of luxury jewelry, tightening their grip on small hammers.
The supposedly unbreakable glass shattered under the blows. Jewels scattered across the floor, glittering as they caught the store lights.
That was only the beginning. With cold efficiency, they smashed the counters and tore through the showroom, turning the elegant store into chaos within minutes.
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