Chapter 336
Wallace Argent uttered a location in a low voice, then added: “Go there. It’ll be too late otherwise.”
Kieran got the address and immediately turned to leave.
Wallace’s clouded eyes remained fixed on Kieran’s retreating figure. He gave a slight nod.
Good.
Though Kieran clearly cared about Alarieka’s departure and whereabouts, he hadn’t lost his composure. Despite Kieran’s uncharacteristic rage, he’d remained relatively calm.
Evidently, Alarieka didn’t matter much to Kieran after all. He recalled when Rose had posted online about her depressive tendencies—Kieran’s face had instantly darkened, his expression turning thunderous, like storm clouds looming over a city.
Back then, Kieran and Wallace had been hosting longtime family friends at the Argent’s villa. Mid-dinner, Kieran had grabbed his coat and bolted out, announcing he’d find Rose, disregarding their guests. Though rude and impulsive that time, it was understandable since Rose was his rightful fiancée carrying the Argent heir.
Ultimately, compared to Alarieka, Kieran valued Rose more for her usefulness to his future. Their mutual affection was a favorable outcome.
The butler approached slowly from behind, hunched over, murmuring: “Sir, is it wise to let Mr. Argent find Ms. Huston? What if he actually brings her back?”
A cold glint flashed through Wallace’s milky eyes. After a pensive pause, he sneered: “If Alarieka dares renege and return, she’ll face the consequences.”
This was their agreement: he’d facilitate her departure, she’d cease clinging to Kieran. He’d upheld his end, but if she broke their pact, he’d show no mercy.
Alarieka should wisely stay away forever. The Argent family had treated her generously over the years—she ought to show gratitude and stop chasing what wasn’t hers.
Tugging his coat collar, Wallace sighed: “We’re old men now, no match for the young. Let’s rest. We’ll know the outcome by morning.”
The butler bowed, acknowledged softly, and supported Wallace inside.
Two hours later, Alarieka landed in a small city. As planned with Wallace, she’d transfer here to obscure her trail—first taking a cab to another airport, flying to a city near the capital, then cabbing to the capital itself. The entire journey would take about ten hours.
Although the journey was exhausting and troublesome, it was better than being found by Kieran Argent.
As soon as they landed, Alarieka Huston immediately hailed a taxi to another airport.
With about an hour until her flight, Alarieka settled their luggage and grabbed some food with Jaylene Irwin quickly. Since Jaylene’s grandmother wasn’t feeling well, Jaylene had brought a portable recliner. She unfolded it in a spacious area and carefully helped her grandmother lie down.
Alarieka, Jaylene, and Tamika Coldberg rested on airport chairs nearby.
After getting settled, Jaylene rubbed her sore shoulders and arms from carrying luggage, scanned the airport, and whispered to Alarieka: “Gotta admit, this is pretty thrilling.”
The predawn airport was sparsely populated. In the emptiness, Alarieka could only hear scattered murmurs. She checked the time—still thirty minutes until boarding.
She said, “Kieran’s clever and resourceful. This was our only option.”
Jaylene massaged her shoulders while warily scanning their surroundings: “Do you think he could track us here?”
After leaving their rental apartment, they hadn’t headed straight to the airport. They’d switched vehicles multiple times, taking convoluted routes before arriving. If Kieran still found them after all these detours, it would be hopeless.
Alarieka murmured vaguely, “Probably.”
Old Mr. Wallace Argent had arranged their entire escape route. His people had orchestrated every diversion and cover-up. With his involvement, Kieran shouldn’t locate them quickly.
Alarieka trusted Wallace Argent’s capabilities but doubted he’d honor their agreement. Kieran was his favorite grandson—Wallace granted his every wish.
What if Kieran demanded her whereabouts?