CHAPTER 890: CHAPTER 890: REMEMBER, AT ALL COSTS

In the black SUV, four men wearing sunglasses had drooping mouths, immediately revealing they were not good people.

The man in the passenger seat’s phone rang, he glanced at the caller ID, and quickly answered, "Hello, President Ingram." His voice softened considerably.

"Haven’t you succeeded yet?"

Lydia Ingram suppressed her anxiety and asked coldly, "What are you all doing?" Everything was ready except for these two hostages.

With Gigi and Dolly, he could escape smoothly; otherwise, he’d be stopped by Justin Kingston’s people.

Yes, he sensed things weren’t right and planned to run away.

These two kids were his get-out-of-jail-free card.

"President Ingram, we’re close." The man answered quietly and glanced out the window, "We found a perfect opportunity, we should succeed in about half an hour."

"Remember, at any cost!" Lydia Ingram stood in front of the villa’s floor-to-ceiling window, her eyes reflecting a cold glint as she looked outside.

She hung up the phone, held the mobile, and slightly lifted her chin.

"Justin Kingston, it’s not over until the last moment, let’s see who wins or loses!"

Behind Lydia Ingram stood a large silver suitcase, very heavy.

It was filled with her bank cards and gold bars, as well as stacks of cash.

Smelling Justin Kingston’s aggressiveness, she had to escape Riventhal before the net closed!

But Lydia Ingram’s informants learned that not only was Riventhal’s airport, but even the docks were covered by Justin Kingston’s arrangements, rumors had it that Lydia Ingram couldn’t escape even with wings.

But if she had her two precious kids, Lydia Ingram believed she would win, not only could she escape, but also profit from it.

Humph!

Justin Kingston, you dare play with me, you’re still too inexperienced!

By the blue seaside, barefoot on the soft sand, hearing the occasional wave sound, the romantic atmosphere was wonderfully crafted.

Especially with Finn Morgan beside Hailey, facing the fresh sea breeze, it was the most poetic scene.

"Miss Hale, Special Assistant Morgan, just stroll on the beach, no need to pose," the photographer said, holding the camera, "Just walk, and leave the angles to us!"

"Hailey Sister, Finn Brother, we’re playing on the beach!" Gigi pulled her sister’s hand, "Feel free to take photos! We’ll play with the sand!"

"Don’t go into the water!" Hailey bent down, holding their shoulders, and instructed, "Don’t get sand in your eyes either, be safe."

"Miss Hale, I’ll take care of them, don’t worry." A female staff volunteered, "I’m a mother of two, I’m good with kids."

"Okay, thank you!" Hailey’s smile was beautiful with dimples.

Thus, the kids ran off to a nearby beach, took off their shoes, and started digging sandholes with their hands, all very happy, having not been to the beach for a long time.

The black SUV was already parked, the passenger seat man observing the beach through binoculars.

"The kids are playing by themselves." The man’s lips curled wickedly, as if the right moment was seized, "There’s only one woman watching them."

At this time, another person in the back seat took the binoculars, quickly looked in that direction, then glanced around, "Among these people, only Finn Morgan seems decent, right?"

"We should avoid him." Another person analyzed, "The longer the fight, the less chance of success."

"Then let’s observe a bit more."

"Mm."

The blue ocean, originally a symbol of romance, many newlyweds chose beach weddings, especially for wedding photoshoots.

Coupled with the photographer’s lens effects, it could capture the romance the newlyweds desired.

Finn Morgan wrapped his arm around Hailey’s shoulder, they faced the sea together, gazing into the distance, sometimes silently praying for Melissa Merce.

Or whispering side by side, or tidying her hair, every gesture and every exchanged glance, with a snap from the photographer, turned into an impressive shot.