Chapter 62
What Giselle said was one thing, but how they carried out the operation was another matter entirely.
Three hours later, the SUV came to a stop across the street from the target location.
The street was essentially a strip of private clubs. Impeccably dressed elites were seen coming and going
The cleaner the facade, the filthier the secrets hidden underneath.
Suddenly, Giselle’s phone rang. Under the watchful eyes of everyone in the car, she reluctantly answered. “Mr. Fordham.”
“Where are you? I’m across the street from Luxe Haven.”
Giselle was surprised. She hadn’t expected Chester to be here as well. Maybe he had just arrived.
Her emotions grew slightly complicated, but she quickly suppressed the strange feeling. “I’ll come to you,” she said.
Giselle got out of the car and scanned the area. She spotted a sleek Maybach parked nearby.
The window rolled down, revealing Chester’s strikingly handsome yet cold face.
“Mr. Lawson, could we revisit the terms of this collaboration? Tonight is on us, and maybe…”
Jonathan was being hounded by a persistent man. He rubbed his temples in frustration. He hadn’t slept well for a few days now,
and his face was etched with exhaustion.
He even replied to Charlotte’s messages half–heartedly. He didn’t have the time or energy to spare.
He didn’t know who was targeting him. Lawson Group’s headquarters had suffered a cyberattack, a major project in a
neighboring city had run into trouble, and other complications kept cropping up. If he didn’t address them soon, the
consequences would be dire.
Richard had suggested seeking Chester’s help, but Jonathan had dismissed the idea outright. He didn’t need anyone’s help.
What could Chester, a researcher, possibly understand about the corporate battlefield? Involving him might just make things
worse.
As Jonathan glanced up, his eyes narrowed. A man and a woman were walking into Luxe Haven arm in arm.
They looked familiar. Without thinking. Jonathan followed them.
“Wait, Mr. Lawson! Hold on!” the man said.
Luxe Haven was one of the most prestigious clubs in the area. It was a breakout success that year. While other clubs had faced
crackdowns, Luxe Haven remained untouched.
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Chester had arranged for an access card in advance, while Jim’s team stayed outside to monitor the situation.
According to the plan, Giselle was supposed to enter with a plainclothes officer, but somehow, Chester had inserted himself into
the operation.
Jim wasn’t surprised. With Chester joining them, success seemed almost guaranteed.
Giselle and Chester entered the club easily.
“This way, please,” the staff member said.
The corridor stretched out in an opulent display, its golden decor almost blinding. There was a private room every few feet. Each
of them was designed to be discreet.
Giselle held onto Chester’s arm, her expression calm and composed. They were led to a private room at the end of the corridor, its decor steeped in romantic undertones.
The items on the table made Giselle avert her eyes in discomfort. This was clearly no ordinary establishment.
As the staff member turned to leave, Giselle stopped him. “Do you have any new girls here?”
The staff member hesitated. “We do, but aren’t you two married?”
What
What kind of married couple needed such services?
Before long, women began to enter the room one by one. They were all tall and stunning-
Giselle scanned them carefully, searching for anyone resembling their target. Just then, a strong hand settled on her waist.
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