Chapter 1199

Hugh and Maeve climbed into the car, one after the other. Charlie and Lyra stood at the door, visibly uneasy, while Zion loaded his handgun with a soft click. "Stop staring," Zion said indifferently. "It's our turn to move." "Huh? Move?" Before Charlie could figure it out, Zion tossed a set of clothes at him. "Get changed. We're leaving soon." Charlie was at a loss. What the hell was happening? … Meanwhile, Maeve's car sped toward Brooks Group. "Ms. Scott, what should I do if this is an ambush? Should I help you or help them?" Hugh asked. "We'll see when the time comes," Maeve said. She deliberately pulled out a folder, and Hugh only gave it a quick glance—it was probably the share transfer contract for Brooks Group. "This is what they're after. They shouldn't have a reason to kill me, right?" "Erm… No guarantees," Hugh muttered. "Oh?" Maeve raised a brow. "Won't they let me walk away even after I hand over the contract?" "Not necessarily." "Why not?" "Because you're st