Chapter 1785

The next morning, Andrew took his time getting up. Then, he casually announced, “No training today. It’s a day off for everyone.”

Aspen and the other two women were stunned.

“No training? Just like that?”

“Ugh, a sudden break feels weird.”

“Honey, don’t do this! Please come torture us, push us, humiliate us. We’re begging you!”

Andrew could not help but laugh. These three girls would whine and complain during training sessions. Yet, when he gave them a day off, they complained about feeling uneasy and were practically asking for punishment.

Fortunately, before long, all three women left for work in their respective cars.

Andrew put down his water glass, and the relaxed expression on his face vanished instantly.

The Porsche 911 pulled out of the garage. The moment it left The Sovereign Residences’ main gate, it roared to life and sped away.

Behind them, the Driscoll family’s surveillance team cursed and called it quits. There was no way their Mazda could keep up with a 911. Plus, it was rush hour.

Half an hour later, Andrew’s car pulled into a hotel’s underground garage. Unseen, he carried a large black bag and left through the hotel’s back door, getting into another car.

The driver was dressed fashionably and stunningly beautiful, grinning as she said, “Sir, where to?”

Andrew chuckled. “Victoria, you look like a movie star today!”

The person picking him up was indeed none other than Victoria.

“This car hasn’t been seen in public for ages, and I’m known for being a hermit. So, don’t worry. No one’s going to suspect I’m chauffeuring you to assassinate Scarlett.”

Her tone was calm, like she was commenting on the weather.

Andrew nodded. “It’s fine. Just drop me off.”

Victoria glanced sideways. “Are you sure you don’t want me involved? My offer still stands – bring Scarlett out into the open, and I’ll take care of her. Clean and quiet.”

Andrew shook his head. “This is just a warning shot. If we kill her outright, that’s basically declaring war. I don’t want to drag you into this so early.”

Victoria sighed. “You’re way too sentimental, just like Reggie was. If a woman’s willing to fight for you, you should just take it. Whatever happens afterward, it’s not your burden. But honestly, Andrew, that kind of compassion is exactly why I like you. If you were the fake, manipulative type, I’d have tossed you out by now.”

Soon, they reached the destination. It was a towering office building.

Andrew wore a hat to cover his face, and no one knew what he carried in the pack on his back. He took the elevator straight to the rooftop. Once there, he assembled the Barrett M82A1, settled into position, and peered through the high-powered scope. Across from his vantage point stood the Driscoll Corporation.

He did not have to wait long.

As a sleek black Rolls-Royce pulled up at the entrance, dozens of company executives lined up on both sides of the red carpet to greet the guest. The door opened, and out stepped Scarlett, draped in a black mink coat, exuding luxury and dominance.

Through the scope, Andrew got a clear view of her face.

Thick lips, sharp eyes, and a black mole at the corner of her mouth – she looked mean and sinister. Andrew silently critiqued that while Joe from the Driscoll family was handsome and charming, Scarlett was an ugly witch.

He did not rush to shoot, instead sweeping the scope around Scarlett’s surroundings. Suddenly, he spotted two familiar faces.

One was Hank, the Special Ops agent he had encountered at Blumedale Hospital before.

The other was dressed in luxury brands, looking like a beautiful princess who had stepped out of a castle.

It was Hannah!

Frowning, Andrew muttered, “Why is Hannah here? From her behavior, she seems pretty close to Hank. The Keller family and the Driscoll family have never gotten along. Yet, she’s here? This doesn’t look right!”

In the plaza across the street, Scarlett saw Hank and smiled. “Agent Armstrong, meeting you in person exceeds my expectations. Welcome to Blumedale!”

Hank wore a well-tailored suit with Hannah on his arm, looking quite dapper. He chuckled and replied, “Ms. Driscoll, you’re equally surprising to me. You prove that women can match any man. I’m truly impressed!”

Scarlett’s eyes drifted to the young woman beside him. “Ms. Keller, the two of you are…”

Hannah smiled proudly. “I’m dating Hank, of course. We’re a couple!”