Chapter 258
Under the heavy shroud of night, the sleek black Bentley sped along the highway heading to Northriver.
Karl's fingers flew over the keyboard of the laptop balanced on his knees. After wiping the surveillance footage around the villa and the route they took, he locked it down tight with encryption to block any recovery efforts.
The corners of his lips curved a little—he figured only Megan could crack that data.
Keith glanced in the rearview mirror, catching how the headlights from oncoming traffic highlighted Karl's sharply defined face. Spotting the rare smile playing on his boss's lips, he chuckled, "Thinking about Miss Shaw, boss?"
In an instant, Karl's smile vanished. He shot Keith a cold look. "Don't be an idiot."
"Weren't you heading to Northriver to get Mr. Ford out of retirement for her?"
Pressing his fingers against his temple, Karl muttered, "I'm doing this for Tristan."
That caught Keith off guard. Really? The boss suddenly being generous toward a love rival?
Karl closed his

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