While Glen’s black sedan drove out of the gated community, four other cars, identical in make and model, slowly rolled through the gates as well.
Callan’s bodyguards, clad in black from head to toe, were behind the wheel.
Their only task today—create enough diversion so Darya’s car could slip away from the media undetected.
If reporters spotted their cars and decided to give chase, they were to take them on a wild goose chase.
For this simple manoeuvre that would take less than an hour to complete, each of the bodyguards was to be paid a handsome fee of two thousand dollars.
‘Thanks for picking me up,’ Darya said to Glen Chasey.
‘My pleasure.’ The assistant checked the rearview mirror, pleased to find no pursuers on their tail.
Darya wore a little black dress inlaid
