Chapter 199

After that, Zoey raced back to the third floor, slammed the security door shut behind her, and bolted to the window. Then, she saw ten vans on the street below and men in black spilling out from them. They all wore matching caps and white gloves with baseball bats gripped tightly in their hands. It was clearly a display of organized menaces. "Zoey, what's going on?" Rachel asked. "The Fosters are here to take Sean." "Is Cyrus alone downstairs? I can call some friends from the underground to speak on our behalf. These gangsters should all know each other," Rachel eagerly said. "Don't call them," Zoey simply responded. "Why?" "Cyrus can handle it. He prefers not to owe favors, especially not to gangsters." If Cyrus needed help, he would simply call Mona. After all, she'd scare these gangsters senseless. But unless he was out of options, he wouldn't call anyone. "It's not that simple. Cyrus may be a medical expert, but against so many gangsters..." "Rachel, who understands