Chapter 198 - Stake His Claim (1/2)

Up on the penthouse floor of Rockaway Tower, Maxen was in the middle of a briefing with Wyatt and his team regarding the entrapment of Lance Go.

He held the meeting in Rockaway Tower, considering it was one of the safest places that Maxen could meet other people, as one would have to go through a needle's head before one could reach the topmost floor.

Sitting by the grand area on Olivia's side of the penthouse were Maxen, Wyatt, and a few decorated generals in their uniform.

This side of the penthouse floor was renovated as Maxen and Olivia's space to receive and entertain guests while they used the other half, which used to belong to Maxen, as the couple's private space.

Even with the sun gleaming through the floor to ceiling window, the atmosphere in the room was dark and heavy, and it showed in the expression of each person that was present.

”Thank you for accepting my invitation, gentlemen,” Maxen said and shook hands with each person in the room.

It was a last-minute invitation from him, but every higher-up in the military that he summoned cleared their schedule to accommodate his request.

Earlier, while taking a bath, Maxen had a eureka moment. It was his idea to lure the rat out from its hiding place by spreading the news of a body being found in the forest where the fugitive, Lance Go, was last seen.

If Maxen's intuition was right that Lance would grab the diversion as a chance for the latter to attack the royal family, then the possible places he would check out first would be either one of the official residences of the royals.

He regarded everyone, darting his eye from one soul to another, and took a sharp breath to compose himself. He then gestured to the kitchen and smiled. ”Please help yourselves too.”

Across the room, by the kitchen, a spread of pastries and a coffee nook was sitting on the kitchen island for the team's disposal. However, the men and women ignored it and dove into business in an instant, not wasting their precious time.

Before they knew it, it was already lunchtime, and the pastries deflated from its usually puffy form because it had been hours since it was last touched by a soul.

Everyone was busy discussing in the center of the room where the sofa and coffee table were.

Scattered on the table were doc.u.ments about Lance and his one and only living blood-relative, which was his mother. But no matter how deep they dug into their past, they couldn't find any dirt on the mother and son.

The team was wondering why he suddenly targeted the royal family when there was nothing that would link him to the Suis, all except for that one night when Maxen gave him a lesson for speaking derogatory words about Olivia.

The group was taking a small break when Wyatt scoffed and questioned Maxen, ”Why did you let Olivia out when you knew Lance was wandering around?”

Maxen's brows furrowed. He didn't think Lance would go after Olivia, but now that Wyatt mentioned it, he suddenly wanted to bang his head on the wall.

Suddenly feeling confident, Maxen blurted, ”Don't underestimate my wife. She can take anyone down on her own.”

”It's not the perfect time to be c.o.c.ky, Maxen,” Wyatt reminded Maxen and his voice was stern.