The old man had been awake for about half an hour, chatting idly with Alicia, before fatigue pulled him back under and he drifted off to sleep again.
With a quiet sigh, Alicia stood and left the living room.
"Since your father's out of immediate danger, we'll get going for now. But I'm relying on you to keep an eye on him, Clayton. Brandon and Jade White might not have been dragged into this mess, but getting kicked out of the White family by the old man? They're bound to look for an opportunity to get back at him. Stay alert," Tyrone warned, his voice low and serious.
After a few more words, Tyrone and Alicia left together.
Clayton nodded, standing by the doorway as he watched them disappear down the hall.
In the bedroom, the old man slept soundly for quite a while. When he finally stirred awake, Clayton was methodically inspecting every corner of the room with his men. Clayton was worried-there could be hidden bugs or cameras. After all, with everything the old man had set in motion, it was unthinkable that whoever was behind this hadn't made a move yet.
Just as Clayton was about to conclude the room was clean, one of his men found a listening device tucked beneath the wiring.
Clayton shot him a warning look, pressing a finger to his lips. He walked over to glance at the bug, his expression turning grim.
The man nodded and slipped out of the room in near silence.
Clayton then strolled over to the old man's bedside, giving a subtle look that made it clear: the room was bugged.
The old man nodded in understanding. He'd suspected as much.
"Miss is with Yvonne. She's safe," Clayton announced in a low voice, careful to pitch it just loud enough for the bug to pick up.
Yvonne had reached out to Clayton herself and laid out her plan. Clayton had agreed it was solid.
The old man caught Clayton's eye and understood his intention immediately. "Good. No one else needs to know her real identity," he replied with conviction.
The information that the real Alicia was with Yvonne had now been fed to their eavesdroppers. Whoever was pulling the strings behind the scenes would surely go to great lengths to investigate.
Yvonne and Sean Quinn, for their part, didn't do anything suspicious. They didn't even bother weaving a false backstory for Mae-her past as an orphan and adoptee was enough. The less she fit the role, the more convincing it would seem to those watching from the shadows.
Sean Quinn had assigned Mae to stay with Yvonne, protecting her at all times.
This way, anyone watching would naturally assume Mae was the real Ms. White.
"Mae, I think you understand why I asked Sean to send you over," Yvonne said as she led Mae into the sitting room, motioning for her to take a seat.
Mae, face impassive, stood respectfully beside the armchair, refusing to sit.
Yvonne didn't press her-she could
tell Mae had a stubborn streak. "We're both women, so I'll be direct I'm prepared to pay you very
l.n
generously, but of course, the higher the reward, the greater the risk. I'm
sure you already know what the job entails." Content belongs to
Mae nodded. "Yes, Mr. Quinn has explained. I'm to stay by your side as your niece,
taking her place as a decoy."
Yvonne's lips twitched in a
half-smile. âNo need to make it
et
sound so dramatic... The people hunting us will be watching closely. Once they figure things out, you'll be their first target. But this is home turf, so they can't move too brazenly. As long as you stay vigilant, you should be fine." Content belongs to
Mae nodded again. "Don't worry. I've handled far tougher assignments than this. I'm
not afraid of death-you don't need to worry about me."
Yvonne paused, then gave a small, approving nod. The girl was surprisingly unflappable. "I believe in trusting the people you hire. I expect absolute loyalty."
Mae stood straight as a board, a habit from her days as a mercenary and underground fighter. "You have my word. While I'm on this job, my life belongs to my employer."
Yvonne smiled. She couldn't help liking Mae-she even shared Yvonne's taste in men, which was a bonus.
"Relax a little. Honestly, if you keep acting this much like a bodyguard, people will start asking questions." Dropping her earlier severity, Yvonne grinned and beckoned Mae to sit, then grabbed a heap of snacks off the coffee table and piled them into
her arms.
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Chapter 377
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The Dated Lith Mie
The Heiress Acts Mischievously, But Her Family Can Read Her Mind
Chapter 347: Administering Drugs
Switched Marriage The Coddled Little Wife
Chapter 538: Unimaginable