Chapter 1493: Chapter 1493

Chapter 1493:

Tiffany made a firm decision not to see herself as lesser anymore. She affirmed her belief in her own worth, equal to anyone else’s.

Harlee didn’t head straight home after her day out. She made a detour to a beverage store near Baythorn University, where she picked up a strawberry-flavored drink.

As Harlee exited the shop, she took a satisfying gulp, savoring the taste. Suddenly, she paused, her eyes narrowing with a deeper intensity.

She casually sipped her drink, allowing a sly smile to creep across her face. With an air of nonchalance, she made her way toward the alley leading to Baythorn University.

Not far from her, four men with suspicious expressions were keeping a close watch on Harlee. One wore a hat and mask, another’s face was obscured by his long hair. The third had a scarred face that concealed his features, while the fourth was completely bald. Their attire was uniformly black.

The man with the scarred face, Trenton Archer, kept his eyes fixed on Harlee and whispered to the others, “We’ve been trailing her for a while. Now’s our chance to make a move. Follow my lead. We need to capture her alive, as instructed by our employer. If we succeed, we’ll each earn an extra million dollars.”

The man with long hair clapped his hands together in anticipation. They’d already received five million dollars. With an additional million as a bonus, he would be able to recover.

“Trenton, we’ve really struck gold this time!” He chuckled greedily but with a hint of caution.

“But do you think she’s really worth all this money just because she’s connected to Tiffany, the famous actress? Could there be any problems?”

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The bald man smacked him on the head.

“What do you know? Haven’t you noticed how stunning that woman is? She’s probably worth more than what we’re being paid!”

The man in the mask and hat grinned suggestively.

“Then, if we were to… wouldn’t we stand to profit even more?”

Trenton, the leader of the four, slapped him sharply.

“If we don’t stick to what the employer has ordered, we’ll end up blacklisted. Keep your eyes open. By doing this right, we secure good money.”

The man with the long hair, revealing small, eager eyes, nodded in agreement.

“Exactly. Trenton’s right. Let’s stick to his plan.”

The masked man nodded reluctantly, though resentment lingered in his gaze.

Only Trenton had access to firearms, or else the masked man might have already taken matters into his own hands. He harbored greater ambitions.

Trenton was well aware of what the man in the mask was plotting, but among the four, his skills in marksmanship and combat were unmatched. Without his expertise, their mission would likely fail.

To the four, Harlee seemed nothing more than a harmless, attractive woman, yet they opted for caution.

“Everyone, be quiet!” Trenton commanded in a grave tone.

“Move out. Stick to my plan. We’ll follow her initially, and once the alley is clear, we’ll incapacitate her and whisk her away. Our team is positioned close by. There’s no need for a sack. We can directly shove her into the car.”

The man with long hair interjected, “Afterward, we’ll leave her at the deserted factory on the outskirts, collect our payment, and then escape abroad to avoid any trouble.”

Having laid out their strategy, the four picked up their pace and trailed behind Harlee.

Three minutes later, Trenton exchanged a glance with the bald man, and they surged forward to seize Harlee by the arm.

Suddenly, Harlee vanished into thin air right before their eyes.

The man in the mask, terrified of supernatural occurrences, stepped back abruptly.

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