Alex directed them with practiced ease. On his screen, several small red dots blinked steadily—he had full control over the situation on the surrounding streets.
"He's here." The moment Hale spotted the man who looked exactly like them, his voice tightened with tension.
"Mm." Alex quickly moved the mouse; the red dots on the screen darted back and forth.
"Heh, he really came alone. Didn't bring anyone." Ella sneered at the computer screen, though her heart felt sour.
In just a few hours, he had scraped together eighty million in cash and was willing to risk himself to redeem his daughter—but he had never once asked about the three of them. What a great father.
As he entered Bar Street, he was immediately hit with the lively clamor of crowds and the female promoters calling out at every bar entrance.
Ned hadn't been here in over three years. He narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze cool and sharp, calmly scanning the surroundings without giving anything away.
