“Remington.


    ”


    Keith suddenly looked wary.


    “Why meet him?”


    “There are still spies from his side in the Compton family.


    It wouldn’t be surprising if he was involved,” Hannah replied.


    After pausing for a moment, she added, “But that’s just my suspicion.


    ”


    No need to share it yet.


    And please send me Wace’s medical report as soon as it’s avable.


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    Keith wasn’t feeling too confident.


    “The doctor mentioned that aside from keeping him stable, honestly.


    ”


    “You don’t need to say more,” Hannah interjected and patted his shoulder.


    “Thanks for everything.


    Just send me the report.


    ”


    “Sure,” Keith replied, took a deep breath, and followed Hannah.


    After a few seconds, he asked, “Would you like me and Trent to apany you when you meet Remington?”


    Hannah nced back and replied, “Do you think it makes sense for me to go with two people-one with an injured arm, the other with a hurt abdomen?”


    Keith coughed in embarrassment and said, “Point taken.


    Let someone else go with you.


    Perhaps, Dn and Dotson?”


    Shaking her head, Hannah replied firmly, “No! I don’t need backup to meet Remington.


    ”


    Hannah stayed at a nearby hotel and rested for three hours.


    She woke up around 9 a.


    m.


    , got ready, and headed straight for the Remington estate.


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    As anticipated, a group of imposing guards blocked her path just outside the manor.


    “Without a reservation or invitation, vehicles aren’t allowed to enter,” one of them said firmly.


    Just as Hannah was about to call Remington, a white car pulled up, and a familiar voice called out, “Is that really you?”


    Peterson stepped out of the car, approached her window, and greeted her.


    “It’s been a while.


    Remember me?”


    It was hard for Hannah to forget him since he bore an uncanny resemnce to Bryson.


    After a brief pause, she smiled at him and asked, “Hey, are you still getting bullied?”


    Peterson, looking much happier than the brooding boy she once knew, shook his head and replied, “No, not after yourst warning.


    ”


    “Good.


    ” Hannah nodded, satisfied.