How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 806

Elodie kept her composure, eyes fixed on the sports car blocking the road.

By now, she was almost certain—this was a deliberate interception.

“This isn’t good,” muttered her colleague beside her, a tall Black man who suddenly frowned. “I recognize the guy standing in front. He’s a notorious boss in this area—connected to one of the Italian families.”

Elodie’s brow furrowed. There were more than enough men on the other side, and their exact motive was still unclear.

And someone who drove a car that expensive—were they after money?

Probably not.

“We have firearms, right?” Elodie glanced at the car doors. All locked.

She couldn’t shake the feeling that these people were more dangerous than the mortars they’d escaped earlier.

“We do,” her colleague replied, “but if we go toe-to-toe with them... I don’t like our chances.”

Elodie got the message. There was little hope of getting away clean today.

Just then, the door of the sports car opened.

A man stepped out—mid-thirties, classic European features, but striking in his own way. His expensive clothes set him apart from everyone else.

The moment he appeared, her colleague’s eyes widened. “Is that someone from the Quinn family?”

Elodie turned to him, puzzled. “The Quinn family?”

She knew nothing about the criminal underworld here.

“One of those old Italian families. Their reach is far, and they’re known for being ruthless.”

“What are they doing here...?” Sweat broke out on her colleague’s brow.

The situation had just become a lot more complicated.

Elodie gripped her phone tightly, anxiety twisting in her chest.

She desperately needed to get out of this dead zone and contact Jarrod, but right now, that felt impossible.

“Ms. Thorne, please wait,” her colleague said quietly. “Let me try to negotiate with them first.”

She nodded, her expression grave. “Be careful.”

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