NovelEnglishMaloney snorted dismissively, "I'm not a cat.
I won't die that easily.
"Alright, then we'll leave the day after tomorrow.
"He was always a challenge to manage.
That evening, Hannah texted Bryson to inquire about his schedule for the upcoming days.
He responded quickly, "The Mitchell Group is undergoing reorganization, and there are many contracts to be signed.
I've been quite busy lately.
" Shortly after, he sent another message.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"What? Do you miss me?" Hannah clicked her tongue in annoyance at his reply.
"Don't flatter yourself.
Just focus on your work.
" She sent her response and then placed her phone on the table, sighing in relief.
Fortunately, Bryson was tied up, so she didn't have to worry about involving him.
Meanwhile, Bryson couldn't suppress a smile upon reading her message.
He then turned his attention back to his computer, where the screen displayed advertising information about the island.
After Bryson hung up the phone, Yosef continued his report.
"Boss, I've done a thorough investigation of the island, both overtly and covertly.
Many have died there.
While there's no conclusive evidence, it's all very suspicious.
The auction might just be a trap.
" Bryson had his suspicions confirmed.
As he had hinted to Hannah the day before, he suspected the real owner might use the island's auction as a lure. "Since it's going to be auctioned, let's see what happens," Bryson said nonchalantly, though his eyes betrayed his calculating nature.
Yosef frowned, concerned.
"Boss, the identities of those on the island are unknown, We should be cautious-" "That's enough," Bryson interjected, raising his hand to silence him.
Yosef caught on quickly, nodding in agreement.
"I'll prepare the materials tomorrow, then.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmOnce the door closed behind Yosef, Bryson reclined in his chair, the glow from the computer illuminating his thoughtful expression.
He stared at Hannah's last message, a mix of emotions flickering across his face.
As the appointed day arrived, Lydia drove to the hotel to pick up Hannah.
Hannah emerged, flanked by Maloney and Dotson.
As they settled into the car, Lydia couldn't help but comment, "Wow, Hannah you travel with bodyguards every time. "
Hannah offered a resigned smile and played along with Lydia's lighthearted banter, careful not to mention anything about the island.
"They both were curious about a private island auction and insisted on tagging along, so I didn't really have a choice but to bring them," she explained. "No problem," Lydia responded, still oblivious to the potential complexities.
"The more, the merrier, and Mr.
Pierce shouldn't be any trouble, right?" From the front passenger seat, Maloney grinned and said, “I shouldn't be.
His comment made Brayden, the driver, glance over at him briefly. Their eyes met before Brayden returned his attention to the road. Maloney, still smiling faintly, turned to look out the window.
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