Sentenced to Marriage by MadlainQ novel Chapter 87

Setting a trap A few minutes later, Aren and I were back in the car on our way to meet Jack and a group of military specialists gathered by Aren to help. They were operating from the basement of one of the buildings that belonged to Lan Diamond Corporation. The place wasn’t too far away from the Federal Plaza, but since the whole building was locked due to renovation, no one even got near it. Despite the inconspicuous façade, the inside of the building was filled with high-tech security equipment, including a thermal imaging scanner at the door and a row of cameras in every corridor. Once we got down to the basement and entered the temporary center of command, everyone stood up and bowed before Aren as if he was their gen There were six men, including Jack, in the room. Two of them were listening to the live signal with their headphones on. Two others sat by their computers, trying to clear the sound of the previously recorded fragments. Jack and the fifth man, who seemed to be the group’s leader, were leaning their backs against the table and drinking coffee. Aren led me their way, and I didn’t fail to notice the way that the man next to Jack observed me with a faint, curious smile. The curiosity was mutual. That dark-blonde man in military pants and a black fitted T-shirt seemed to know Jack

w Jack quite well. He was also the only person in the room who gave Aren a quick nod rather than a bow when we entered.

Aren introduced me to the dark-blonde man with the coffee cup, “Chris, this is my wife, Cora, “before shifting his gaze to me. “Sunshine, this is Christopher Valentine, an excellent martial artist, and military operations, specialist.”

Chris reached out his hand, a smug smirk crossing his lips. “I was dying to meet you, Cora. Hear a lot about you.” I smiled nervously, shaking his hand. “Nice to meet you too… I think.”

“What’s the situation?” Aren motioned his head at Chris while pulling out a chair for me to sit in.

Chris observed Aren’s behavior with unhidden amusement and surprise, and he grinned at me.

“Chris?” Aren’s harsh tone pulled him out of a daze.

“Packton is going to meet someone at one of the warehouses in the Red Hook Terminals. The meeting is planned for 9 PM, Sir,” he answered. “Do we know who he is meeting with?” Aren questioned, standing behind my seat, his hand on my shoulder.

Chris smiled wryly. “Hear it for yourself.” He pointed at one of the computers and gestured at us to come closer. As we stepped toward the technicians sitting there, they nodded and played the fragment of Packton’s conversation on the speakers.

“Hello, Mr. C., everything went according to plan.” Packton seemed to be on the phone with someone. “Collins is suspended, and I even got Winton’s real phone back today. We are cutting loose ends like always. The only problem we might have is with Aren Lan and that little wench of his…”

Sot nga trap

As Packton paused, he could hear the vague, distorted voice coming from Packton’s phone. It was far too faint to distinguish anything aside from the fact that it was a man’s voice, and the person on the other side of the phone was clearly angry.

“No Sir!” Packton called out agitatedly, answering whatever question the mysterious Mr. C. asked. “We would never act before contacting you.”

Mr. C. must have given several instructions to Lester Packton, since we could only hear him saying “yes, Sir” for another minute of recording.

“Red Hook, blue container no 9., at 9 PM sharp. I’m glad that I can finally meet you in person, Sir,” Packton said, sounding joyous. “Thank you, Sir.” He was even humming happily right after he ended the call, and that could only mean one thing-he could smell the money. “Doesn’t it feel as if we hit the jackpot?” Jack chuckled, commenting on what we had just heard.

Aren stood silently for a minute, obviously crafting a plan in his mind.

“What do you think? Do you know anyone who could be Mr. C.?” Chris asked, teasingly prodding Aren’s elbow. Aren shook his head. “No idea, but if he’s coming tonight, then we will soon find out, won’t

we?”

Chris leaned against the technician’s desk and crossed his arms. “How do you want to proceed? Are we going to watch, get the evidence, and do nothing, or are we going there to capture the bad guys?”