The Real Heiress Rules the World (Sloane Rivers) novel Chapter 407

Chapter 407 Blind Spots and Bad Luck

Meanwhile, Lucas moved swiftly through the narrow alleys with Shawn slumped unconscious over his back and Sloane close behind. Sirens echoed from every direction; the entire district had gone into lockdown.

“We need a car,” Lucas said, his sharp gaze sweeping the surroundings.

“Wait.” Sloane grabbed his arm and pulled out her laptop. Her fingers flew across the keyboard. “I’ll disable the nearby surveillance first.”

In less than thirty seconds, every feed on her screen dissolved into static. “Done. We’ve got a five–minute blind spot.”

Lucas gave her an approving look, then set his sights on a delivery van parked by the curb. He motioned for Sloane to stay hidden and silently approached. One swift strike to the neck, and the driver slumped to the ground; Lucas dragged the man into the shadows without a sound.

“Get in,” he ordered, swinging open the back door and laying Shawn down carefully.

Sloane climbed into the passenger seat, laptop still balanced on her knees. “I’ll navigate; we’ll avoid every camera and checkpoint.”

The van shot forward like an arrow loosed from its bow. Sloane’s hands danced over the keyboard as she tapped into the city’s traffic network in real time.

“Turn left at the next intersection, then take the first right into the alley,” she instructed calmly. “Police will block the main road in two minutes.”

Lucas followed her lead with precision; the van weaved through the maze of streets, dodging patrols and police barricades by mere seconds, each close call preempted by Sloane’s warnings.

“Jaime’s probably realized we ditched him by now,” she said suddenly, her eyes still fixed on the screen.

Lucas’s lips curved faintly. “He’s not stupid; he’ll figure it out soon enough.”

“Why didn’t you bring him with us? His contacts and resources might’ve helped.”

Lucas’s expression hardened. “This runs too deep. Charlie’s got powerful people behind him; I’m not dragging Jaime into that mess.” He paused for a beat. “That idiot might act like a clown, but he’s one of the few friends I actually trust.”

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Sloane nodded in understanding, then pointed ahead. “That motel up there–the security system’s ancient. I can override it easily. Let’s rest there for now.”

Lucas parked the van behind the building, hidden from sight, and the three of them slipped in through the fire exit. Using a fake ID, Sloane booked a room in the farthest corner, while Lucas laid Shawn gently on the bed.

“I’ll get food and medical supplies.” Lucas rummaged through their bag for his disguise kit. “Stay with Shawn; don’t open the door for anyone.”

Ten minutes later, an elderly man with a hunched back and silver hair shuffled out of the motel. There was no trace of Lucas left in him. Sloane watched through the window, a faint smile tugging at her lips. She turned back to check on Shawn–his pulse had steadied considerably.

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