“You!” Rodrigo, visibly annoyed, was on the brink ofshing out.


    At that moment, Caleb positioned himself between them.


    Gesturing towards the dock’s exit, he informed them, “Our boss is tied up.


    We’ll discuss business once we’re off the ship.


    Our partners’ cars are waiting outside.


    Maybe you’d like to speak with them?”


    His suggestion caused both Rodrigo and Remington to look towards the horizon.Owned by N?velDrama.Org.


    There, a line of striking Rolls-Royces stretched out.


    About a dozen individuals emerged from these vehicles, casually leaning against them and observing the scene.


    Conor, wearing a subtle grin, said to Bryson, “Mr.


    Mitchell, I see you’vee prepared.


    ”


    Rodrigo, unable to contain his frustration, burst out, “Damn it! He nned this! They must have dumped the paintings into the ocean!”


    “Stop arguing!”


    Before anyone could retort, a clear, soothing female voice cut through the tension.


    Hannah made her way through the crowd to reach them.


    She gave Bryson a casual nce before addressing Remington.


    “Well, if you have doubts, just call the police.


    I bet if we do and this guy’s guilty, he won’t get far!”


    Bryson shed a cheeky smile at Hannah, joking, “Hey, if it means getting a coffee date with you, I’ll take the fall.


    ”


    Hannah shot him a sharp look and answered bluntly, “What a pity.


    I not interested in coffee with you.


    ”


    Turning to Winston, she instructed, “Call the police.


    ”


    “Hold on!” Remington interjected.


    “I don’t think getting the police involved is wise.


    ”


    Hannah’s eyebrows lifted slightly.


    “Mr.


    Lyons, these paintings cost a fortune.


    If he did this on purpose, he’s in for a hefty bill!”


    “Bah!” Rodrigo scoffed and muttered, “Do we, of all people, need police to handle our issues? Ridiculous!”


    “Enough!” Conor snapped.


    Rodrigo fell silent, though he kept ring at Bryson.


    Remington said softly, “There’s no need for the police.


    I’ll handle it.


    The paintings are ruined, and it seems they weren’t meant for me.


    Let’s just drop it.


    ”


    Realizing he wanted to avoid a fuss, Hannah conceded, “If you want to let it slide, then there’s nothing more to say.


    ”


    She turned to Bryson and said, “Mr.


    Lyons let you off the hook this time, but don’t think you’re off the suspect list for those ruined paintings!”


    Bryson scoffed, “Well, you can move aside now.


    I’m not lounging around like you.


    I’ve got things to do.


    ”