“Everyone, duck!”


    Themand rang out, and instantly, all figures darted to the sides.


    The white sports car glided to a stop beside Hannah.


    Bryson emerged from the driver’s seat, concern etched on his face.


    “Are you okay?”


    But before he could reach her, he was grabbed by burly men, seized by the shoulders, iron bars pressed against him.


    The leader of the group fixed his gaze on Hannah.


    “Can youe with us now?”


    Hannah nced at Bryson, now held captive, and reluctantly nodded.


    “Yes.


    ”


    Forced into the backseat of the car, she and Bryson were closely watched by a stern man while the others piled into apanying vehicles.


    As the driver sped off, the leader dialed his boss.


    “Boss, we’ve located her.


    Heading back now.


    ”


    Forced into the back seat together, Hannah found herself pressed against Bryson in the cramped car space.


    “How did you find me?” she whispered.


    Despite his predicament, Bryson appeared nonchnt.


    He raised an eyebrow yfully.


    “Take a guess.


    ”


    Hannah’s hands clenched, longing to retaliate against Bryson’s calm demeanor.


    She took a deep breath to suppress her frustration.


    Suddenly, a realization dawned on her.


    “Funny how you knew exactly where to look,” she said, studying Bryson.


    “Did you nt a tracker in my car?”


    Bryson nodded.


    “Just a precaution, but it turned out to be useful today.


    ”


    Useful? They were captured together!


    In a moment of quiet contemtion, Hannah reconsidered.


    Bryson wouldn’t have been so careless.


    With his strength, he could easily overpower these men, Leaving them grasping at thin air.


    She nced at him, now seemingly absorbed in the passing scenery.


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