CHAPTER 50

The vehicle’s interior was so comfortable and warm.

Probably the best place he has been in the last twenty-four hours.

The SUV was so luxurious, but it did little to alleviate his growing anxiety.

James took a seat in the front passenger seat, his eyes locked on the fake barman through the rearview mirror.

“We’re heading to the location,” James said to the driver, who nodded in acknowledgment.

The SUV roared to life, and the fake barman was jolted as the vehicle sped off.

The scenery outside blurred as they left the hotel.

The fake barman could see the city moving past through the window, although his thoughts were consumed with the grim task ahead.

Minutes felt like hours as the vehicle navigated through the busy streets.

The fake barman’s anxiety grew more and more with each passing second, and he could feel the weight of the situation pressing down on him.

He knew that if he led them to the wrong place or failed to deliver the necessary information, his fate would be sealed.

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