Chapter 1595 Wynter Puts On a Disguise
Judah's raspy voice commented coldly, "It sounds like she's at her wit's end."
Fredric let out a scoff. "I'll never understand why these peasants cling to city life. At least they're poor. Otherwise, it'll be tough to get our hands on these stocks."
Judah called out to Fredric sternly, as if reminding him of his place. Fredric usually reserved such derogatory remarks for when he was out of earshot. Any slip of that would shatter his image as the perfect secretary.
Fredric quickly regained his composure and shut his mouth. Judah chose not to dwell on his blunder but said, "In the future, it's better to change your habit before you speak or act. Since that girl has agreed, make sure she receives the money.
"Don't replace her requests bothersome. The more she asks, the less trouble there will be later. After receiving the girl, keep a few men on standby to see if her grandparents need assistance. Everything must be done properly."
Fredric nodded and exclaimed, "I understand. As usual, you grasp the bigger picture. We'll keep trailing them."
Sometimes, the poor tended to cause havoc. Fredric had always been annoyed with those who asked for their children's whereabouts instead of money.
The club had once seen an uproar, though it was fortunate that the protesters were uneducated and unaware of how to organize an online protest. Ultimately, the incident was perfectly kept under wraps.
Unwilling to deal with the aftermath, Fredric resolved to keep a close watch on Eliana and her family to prevent any further complications. By tomorrow, any traces they left behind would be erased. Even if Lucas reacted and attempted to dig deeper, it would be too late.
As for the meddlesome Wynter, Fredric decided to keep her detained for a while longer. He could hardly wait to see the Whitman family's fall the next day!
Time flew by. Before dawn broke, the elders in the rundown apartment rose early to buy breakfast. The neighborhood began to stir, filled with the comforting atmosphere of everyday life.
In that community, everyone worked hard for a better living. They might replace joy in a simple meal, but that was the way of their mundane life.
Wynter, disguised as Eliana, strode out of the dilapidated door, dressed in a suit and carrying a school bag.
When she passed the communal courtyard, she turned around and called out to those inside, "Remember to eat, you two! Especially you, Grandpa! It's not a waste to take the medicine. The money will be transferred tonight."
In reality, her words were intended for those eyeing them. Before Wynter arrived at the apartment, she had thoroughly surveyed the area. Others might have been oblivious to her presence, yet she knew exactly who was there and where they were positioned.
True to Wynter's expectations, the observer quickly reached out to their superior upon hearing her words.
Although Wynter stood a few inches taller than Eliana, the difference was too subtle for anyone to notice. Wynter took Eliana's old phone while hers was hidden in her inner thighs. She had even equipped herself with a GPS, though no one would notice any of it under her uniform.
Masquerading as Eliana, Wynter exited the gate and glanced at the intersection ahead, where a black SUV awaited.
Despite spotting the car, she still sent a message to Kurt. "Mr. Abrams, have the people picking me up arrived yet?"
"They're here. Just a moment. I'll let them know to come get you," Kurt replied. Meanwhile, the people in the car were focused intently on the disguised Wynter.
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