Chapter 12 Mr. Whitney Let’s Make a Deal
She could disregard everyone else, but not Emory. He was her person, and she couldn’t just stand
by and watch him become cannon fodder for the Terry Group!
Marie stood up and said, “Since you still have things to deal with, I’ll head back first.”
Dennis looked at her with amusement and said, “When you followed me here, you didn’t seem to
mind that I had things to deal with. Now you suddenly understand?”
Marie blushed a little and said, “You go ahead with your work, I’ll head back now.”
“Cullen, please escort Ms. Spence,” Dennis instructed.
“No need, no need. I’ll just go downstairs and catch a cab. You guys go ahead with your work,”
Marie hurriedly waved her hand.
Cullen was indeed very busy; if he couldn’t find this batch of goods, Dennis would tear him apart.
Dennis glanced up at her and asked, “Can you really go back on your own?”
Marie nodded her head, and Dennis, unable to leave, said, “Be careful on the way, and give me a call.
when you get there.”
Marie agreed and then went to take the elevator downstairs. Suddenly, she realized that she didn’t have Dennis’s phone number.
The socialites of Las Vegas were bending over backwards to get Dennis’s contact information, but
no one could find his number.
After leaving the hotel, Marie hurriedly found a cyber cafe and strode in fiercely. She asked the owner for a private room, closed the door, turned on the computer, and quickly typed in a website address to access the webpage.
Enter your account and password, and log in successfully!
This is a communication website known to all the assassins of Rodger Group. As long as there is internet access, they can contact each other at any time.
At Marie’s level, she can access the contact information and mission details of any assassin.
However, this is also very dangerous. As long as someone with a higher level checks the access records, they will discover that the long-lost Rose has reappeared!
But she couldn’t worry about all that now; she couldn’t let Emory die!
Marie quickly looked up Emory’s mission information. The most recent task was to intercept and escort a shipment that didn’t belong to the Terry Group, and the location was that very dock.
Dennis is just one step away from the truth!
Marie found Emory’s phone number and called it using the phone she had just borrowed from her
boss.
The phone was answered almost immediately, and Marie quickly spoke up, “Emory, leave the
dock!”
“Who are you? How did you know I was at the dock?” Emory asked.
“I am…” Marie hesitated. If she told Emory that she was Rose, how would she explain later on that a killer from Rodger Group had become the young lady of the Spence family?
“Just like you, I am one of Rose’s people,” Marie said, thinking quickly on her feet.
“Where’s Rose? Where is she? Why should I believe you?” Emory asked.
“This is a long story, but I must tell you to leave the pier immediately, or you’ll soon be a dead body. If you can’t trust me, at least trust Rose!” Marie said.
After a long silence from Emory, Marie had no choice but to say, “You were brought up by Rose, and she even chose the tattoo on your right arm. Trust me! Leave the pier!”
Emory gritted his teeth and said, “Alright!”
“Emory, don’t go back to Rodger Group. Find a place to hide, and I’ll contact you again!” Marie said.
After Emory hung up the phone, Marie knew that if Emory lost the goods and managed to escape unscathed, Wren would definitely find a way to make Seth deal with him.
After hanging up the phone, Marie went online again and hacked into Dennis’s computer. Earlier at the hotel, she had secretly memorized his computer account.
Suddenly, a dialogue window popped up on Dennis’s computer (Mr. Whitney, how about making a deal?]
Cullen’s face turned pale with fright, realizing how easily Dennis’s computer had been hacked.
They both should be ashamed of themselves.
Dennis gave Cullen a look, and Cullen immediately opened another computer to track the other
party’s signal.
Marie quickly received a reply [What kind of deal?]
[I know where your goods are] Marie said. [I’ll give you the address, but you have to give me 4.5 million dollars.]
[Who are you, and why should I trust you?] Dennis asked.
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