93 Could He Have Her Instead? (2/2)
Or lesser.
As Miya settled comfortably while Carver blurted out apologies and the same tale that she had heard thrice by now, a familiar rush went through her veins. A slight shiver went down her body, and she realized it had been a while since she had held a gun.
The only times she had been violent since meeting Jimmy had been when they were attacked near her apartment, and her fight with Rebecca.
Both times, there had been people around.
People she cared about.
Right now, she was alone. And she felt the rush of the fight come back to her.
She was reminded of her dark years, and it made her sick to the core. But somehow, she knew she had missed holding a gun.
And treating scumbags for who they were. That too, she had missed.
Carver was almost done confessing, and Miya couldn't help but sigh. The plan was supposed to be simple. She was supposed to remind him of herself, that she had been present in the Freeman family for a while and how she had caught up on Rebecca. It was just supposed to be domination by herself and subsequently by Rebecca's entry. Thad could have confessed live, there were media people and his enemies all around in the party.
The task would have been less of a pain in the ass.
But, the fool had had to abduct her.
Once all was done, and she had sufficient proof, Miya confirmed as to where they were going.
Thad informed her of how they were roaming about in the Hunter estate itself, towards the back and the unattended areas where they could dodge the security cameras.
It was foolish to the point that Miya wanted to shoot Carver's brains off.
But obviously, she confirmed it now. He couldn't be a drug overlord.
He couldn't have been a dealer even. He didn't have the balls.
He was just a pompous ass sitting between guards. A cunning cheat, at max.
Miya got the car pulled over, and then jumped outside. Before she did so though, she ordered one of the guards to tie up the remaining people in the car. When the guard was done, she tied him up at gunpoint.
The one with the cut wrist hadn't dared to move since then. His face had turned pale though, and he was panting. Miya tore at the hem of her dress, then grabbed the man's hand and with a single hand of hers had wrapped the cloth around his wrist expertly.
”I cut your artery deep enough for you to bleed to death in exactly fifteen minutes,” she told him coldly, as the man looked at the girl with a drained face, ”Thankfully, I used up only eight. There's a hospital nearby. Drive fast.”
It was exactly then, that she jumped out of the car.
The bodyguard was quick to get out too, as he rushed to the driver's seat, pushed the chauffeur aside, took the steering wheel in his hands and drove away.
When the car moved further away, Miya couldn't help but sag in relief.
She held the phone with the voice recording, and the four guns in her hands. Her own palm was still bleeding from the cut earlier. But the thing was, the deal was done.
It was mission accomplished.
So Miya simply followed the next orders. Technically, she was supposed to call Mr. Simon Hunter once the confession was made. Under different circumstances, yes, but the confession had still been made.
Miya made the call.
Inside a video room, Simon Hunter's phone rang.
The old man was sitting at the edge of his seat, staring into a similar model 88-inch screen that his son liked to use. A satisfied smile was plastered on his lips.
Of course, he had bugged the daughter-in-law's dress.
He had expected Thad Carver to play cheap, honestly. He had figured it had happened, when moments later, he had turned around, only to see that Miya wasn't in the corner that she had been standing in. Not to mention, he had noticed the blood marks.
This girl was good.
Very good.
She didn't know she had a button camera on her dress, so the old man had rushed to see where she had been taken. She also didn't know that as he watched the sequence of events play out in the car on a screen, he had dispatched a hundred men for her protection. He had even placed out snipers.
Of course the fool Thad Carver couldn't have left the Hunter manor. Simon had placed orders that no one would leave before midnight.
With all honesty, the Chairman hadn't expected the girl to be this good too. He knew about her, but he had been worried sick that she'd be harmed in those circumstances.
And yet, all she had needed was a knife to turn things around.
He liked her. He liked her very much.
He couldn't really believe it, but for the first time, Jimmy had found a gem.
Two rare gems, actually.
So when the old Chairman's phone buzzed, he wasn't surprised. In fact, it made him feel kind, when he heard her voice.
”It's done, Chairman,” Miya said.
Simon Hunter grinned.
She didn't have to have the voice recording. He already had the camera. She also didn't have to worry about that guard she hurt. His men would have taken care of that.
His nerves were of steel, but he was moved.
”What did I tell you to call me?” he said calmly.
Miya heard the words of the Chairman and rolled her eyes.
Then very politely, she said, ”Father, The ordeal is over. I have evidence. But… I didn't talk to Carver about the drug business or Rivqah. I met him, and… I don't think he is the drug overlord.”
That piece of information made the old man flinch, and he beamed.
Really… could he have her instead?
As his heir?
The Chairman's next words were pure satisfaction.
”Good, dear. I found out too. I'm sending over someone to fetch you.”
The other end of the phone went silent for a while, before the girl spoke again.
”Do you know then… who it is, behind the trafficking?”
Simon didn't speak. He deliberated for seconds, but then decided the news was too heavy to break to her when she was injured and ragged. So he said instead,
”I do. But I can't tell you there. Come back. We'll talk.”
With that, he ended the line.
On the other end, Miya sighed.
At least the trouble was over for now.