Chapter 490

After grabbing that bowl of mutton noodles, Dylan Han hopped back in his car and drove off. Alice Morgan trailed him from a distance—too close and she’d get burned. Everything in Dylan’s file screamed “cautious to the bone.” If he even caught a whiff that someone was tailing him, she might lose the few scraps of evidence she’d only just uncovered. She followed all the way to the entrance of Westgrove Estate. The black Passat eased through the iron gates, which slowly swung shut behind it, ornate and thick with security wrapped around them like armor. She pulled over far enough not to draw attention, grabbed her binoculars, and scoped out the area beyond the windshield. Nothing. No weak spots in the estate’s security layout that she could see. Still, Caleb Summers' tip kept echoing in her head—it might be possible, but definitely not easy. Sure, Veronica Wren might be sticking close to Martin Palmer these days, and Stormwind Group hadn’t made a move against IM in a while—looked like the