She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 124

ith her advanced understanding of human anatomy and motion, Loyce quickly scanned the terrain, then swerved her motorcycle down a narrow alley.

She screeched to a halt at an intersection, her sharp eyes catching a

resh scrape mark on the wall to her right–a mark left by the cart making à sharp, fast turn. A small smile played on her lips as she followed the

rail.

Three minutes later, she had him cornered in a dead–end alley. The cart came straight for her, showing no signs of stopping. The driver was betting she wouldn’t risk her life.

But he was wrong. Loyce calmly pulled a uniquely designed handgun rom behind her back, flicked off the safety, and chambered a round with ›racticed ease, aiming directly at the driver’s seat.

The cart slammed on its brakes, tires screeching as it skidded to a halt

ust a meter in front of her.

The driver’s door opened, and the “old man” stepped out, his raspy voice ow replaced by a much younger one. “I didn’t realize the young miss of he Lonsdale family had such hidden depths. Not many people in this world can track me down.”

.oyce recognized the voice instantly and holstered her weapon. “How nuch did Alicia pay you?”

The man peeled the prosthetic mask from his face, his eyes wide with astonishment. The girl’s voice was identical to his boss’s. “Who are you?” _oyce held out her hand. “The phone. Now.”

Before Gerard’s mind could even process the command, his body moved on its own. He walked over to Loyce with an almost reflexive obedience and respectfully placed the stolen phone in her hand. His expression

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shifted from surprise to utter shock, his pupils dilating. “Boss?!”

Only one person could activate the chip inside him: SaintHealer. The newly returned Lonsdale heiress–the target of his latest job–was his boss? This young woman who looked like a student?

Loyce wasn’t surprised. Gerard and his crew operated overseas, and she always used a disguise when meeting them. They wouldn’t come to Metropia without her direct order unless the price was exceptionally high, which Alicia’s clearly was.

She leaned casually against her motorcycle, tossing the phone in her hand. “What does she want the phone for?”

Gerard spilled everything. “She wants me to extract the surveillance video, create a doctored version to make it look like the footage of Sybil stealing was faked, and then frame you with it.”

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