The Doormat Wife’s Ultimate Glow-Up novel Chapter 441

“Yes, sir, no problem.”

The clerk barely hesitated before answering. “That lady who just left, she’s heading to Brookfield.”

He added, “Brookfield’s a long way from Bridger Lake, but we still took the job.”

“Alright, got it.”

The officer nodded, satisfied with the answer. He pulled out his phone, pretending to check his messages. “I’ll go talk it over with my wife.”

He left the rental lot, walked briskly back to the black sedan, and leaned in to report to Mr. Marsh.

“It’s confirmed. She rented the car to go to Brookfield. That matches what we heard.”

“Chances are, Nathaniel’s reached out to her. She’s probably planning to drive him to warehouse number three at Brookfield to pick something up.”

Mr. Marsh’s eyes narrowed as he started the engine.

“I’ll keep tailing Sofia. You call it in to headquarters.”

“If you can, get a team set up near the warehouse before they arrive.”

…

At the same time, in an alley behind the city hospital, Nathaniel looked at Sofia’s text and the photo of the car’s license plate. Some of the anxiety in his chest finally faded.

He typed back, “Are you sure it’s safe? Anyone following you?”

Her reply came almost instantly. “Relax, it’s totally safe. I used a fake name to rent the car. Nobody knows it’s me. The driver’s from the agency, he’s solid. Just get in when you see the license plate.”

Nathaniel read her message over and over before letting himself breathe.

Frank got to the docks early, acting on Matthew’s tip. He brought a big police team, hiding them in spots all around the warehouse. Every entrance and exit was covered. Surveillance cameras had already been set up, scanning every corner of the area.

“Keep your eyes open,” Frank said in a low voice to the officers beside him. “Nathaniel’s dangerous and probably armed. Your safety comes first. Wait until he’s inside the warehouse and has what he came for. Then we move. We have to catch him before he slips away again.”

“Yes, sir!” the officers replied together, their faces serious and focused.

Minutes crawled by. After hours on the road, Nathaniel’s van finally rolled up to Pier 3.

The driver parked in an open lot near warehouse three, just like Nathaniel told him.

“This is good,” Nathaniel said, opening his eyes. “Wait here for me. I’ll grab what I need, and then we’ll head back to Bridger Lake.”

He pushed the door open, stepped out, and quickly scanned the area around him.