Chapter 194 Sweet and Fierce
Reese snapped back to reality. "I really need to get going."
With that, she strutted to the boarding gate, suitcase in tow, careful not to look back lest she betray her nervousness to Malcolm. After she was out of sight, she slipped on her Bluetooth headset and called Calvin.
"Is everything set up on your end? We can't let Malcolm catch on."
"Don't worry, Reese. Your double is all set. There shouldn't be any issues. But what if Malcolm decides to follow you?"
Calvin hadn't considered that.
"He shouldn't. He's still in the dark about who I truly am and wouldn't dare make a move. If he does find out, he'll know our marriage is over way ahead of time."
"Then there's nothing to worry about. Everything's ready. Your double will board the plane with Sofia soon."
Reese would then head to her true destination under a different identity.
"Got it. Just make sure nothing goes wrong." Reese's face was stern, her delicate features hardening, betraying none of the softness one might expect from a woman.
"Understood, Reese," Calvin replied before hanging up.
Malcolm stood at the airport, watching Reese leave. After she left, Justin stepped out from the shadows.
"Mr. Flynn?"
"Check the passenger list for Reese's flight."
"I've already done that. Reese wasn't on it, but someone who looks a lot like her boarded with Sofia. This must've been planned in advance."
His gaze turned icy. Malcolm's expression was grave and determined, a stark contrast to the warmth he had shown moments before.
"Then keep digging," he instructed.
Justin looked troubled. "Mr. Flynn, I can't find anything. It seems they have some serious connections."
"Then let's use our resources off the record. We don't always have to play by the book, you know," Flynn responded with a strategic air. Malcolm wasn't solely supported by the Flynn family and the Flynn Group. There were other forces at play— hidden aces he'd rather not use unless absolutely necessary.
"Alright then," Justin nodded in agreement.
"And keep Reese out of the loop. I don't want this to cause a rift between us," Malcolm added. The last thing he wanted was to let business affect his marriage.
Justin was impressed at how wrapped Mr. Flynn was around his wife's finger—always beaming when she was mentioned, but stone-cold otherwise.
"Understood." Having confirmed his task, Justin immediately set out to dig deeper.
Reese, along with Louis and the crew, had boarded a plane and then a train upon landing. By now, Reese had disguised herself so well that even her true appearance was hidden.
Clad in a figure-hugging lavender dress and carrying a tote bag, her beautiful face turned heads at every stop—not a trace of weariness, only an air of timeless elegance. Even to those familiar with her, like Louis, she was stunning beyond words.
"Miss Brooks, you're lethal to men with that look. Between that waist and enticing face, forget force; you could conquer with beauty alone. I bet it'd be more effective," Louis joked, unable to hold back his admiration.
Reese's eyes gleamed, and her smile was nothing short of enchanting.
"Cut the jokes, let's get ready. We start in twenty minutes."
"Got it," Louis nodded.
Twenty minutes later, a group of tall men in plain clothes boarded the train, carrying a suitcase. Reese signaled to Louis, who acknowledged with a nod.
In five minutes, the passengers would disembark, easing their mission without worry of collateral consequences.
These people should have known better than to take a crowded train or a private plane that would have been subject to search, especially with the kind of cargo they had with them.
What Reese found intolerable was the realization that they were betraying their own for the benefit of another country.
The thought made her fingers clench, and her eyes darkened with intensity.
Soon, she would ensure they regretted this very journey.
With just two minutes on the clock, Reese had risen from her seat, casually grasping the handrail as she ambled forward. Passing by a group of men, she feigned a stumble and collapsed right onto the legs of a towering figure.
The man's face bore a gruesome scar, and his buzzcut, coupled with a menacing glare, gave him the look of a predator, prompting an involuntary shriek from Reese.
"Oh, I'm so sorry! That was totally my fault," she exclaimed, her voice tremulous as she attempted to regain her footing. She seemed so genuinely fragile that one couldn't help but feel a protective urge around her.
The man appeared unfazed by Reese's struggle until she nearly fell again. That's when he finally reacted, steadying her by wrapping his arm around her waist, his hand briefly grazing her skin without detecting anything amiss.
Reese had taken dance classes specifically to keep her waist flexible and conceal the hardened muscles that signify a trained body. Her move was to prevent any fellow operatives from catching on and jeopardizing her mission.
Leaning against his chest, Reese's voice was soft and quivering with vulnerability. "Sir, thank you. I get a bit lightheaded from low blood sugar sometimes."
"Got your footing?" he asked, his voice still harsh, although his eyes had softened, revealing a hint of letting his guard down.
Reese nodded slightly before looking up at the man. "Excuse me, sir, do you have a cigarette?"
"Yeah," he replied, his curiosity piqued at the mention of a smoke. As he reached to offer Reese a cigarette, she delivered a high kick straight to his chin while simultaneously grabbing his arm, twisting his wrist with a snap.
His companion, alerted by the commotion, drew a gun and aimed it at Reese's head. Instinctively, she pivoted, and the bullet whizzed past her ear, the sound of death narrowly missing its mark.
Regaining her composure, Reese ducked under another wild punch, seized the gunman's wrist, and with a sharp twist, disarmed him. Consequently, the gun landed firmly in her grasp.
Just as the man she'd kicked in the jaw reached for his weapon, Reese seized the handrail and vaulted, her back kick missing the danger by inches.
Louis and his crew arrived just in time. One of them landed a hefty punch on the face of a man clutching a briefcase, seizing the case in the process.
Dodging the fists of her assailants, Reese called out to Louis, "How long do you need to crack the code?"
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