A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 993

By the time Starla, Romy, and Seymour arrived at Manton Isle, it was already 2:00 AM.

Standing near the peak of the mountain, Starla listened to the fierce firefight echoing from below. She turned to Romy. "Is that them?"

Romy nodded. "Yes."

Starla narrowed her eyes. It sounded incredibly intense. That old bastard Licht was putting up a hell of a fight, all because he wanted her over whatever connection he had to Brinley. Starla was genuinely curious about what Brinley actually meant to a man of his stature. Back in Marina City, Brinley hadn't shown the slightest hint of having such a powerful figure backing her. Knowing Brinley's arrogant personality, she would have flaunted a connection like that long before she met her end.

So, what was the real story? Whatever the reason, once that old bastard was dead, it would all be over. Brinley was already gone; now it was just him.

Starla pulled out her phone and sent a quick text. The reply came almost instantly: *[We are in the thick of it!]*

A cold, satisfied smile touched Starla's lips. The old bastard wanted her life? Then he could leave his own on this island tonight.

Starla typed another message: *[Finish it within an hour. Five million bonus!]*

She slipped her phone back into her pocket. It was too dark to see anything clearly below—just the occasional muzzle flash and the deafening roar of gunfire.

"Are you absolutely certain Herbert and Yardley's men haven't followed us?" Starla asked, looking at Seymour. Ever since she figured out Amos's plan to assassinate Licht tonight, she had ordered Seymour to keep a strict watch on any movement from Herbert and Yardley.

"A few of their men are here," Seymour reported.

Starla's expression darkened instantly.

"But we've confirmed they didn't come in person," Seymour added quickly.

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