_Author’s POV_
While Gwen’s black sedan drove out of the gated community, four other cars, identical in make and model, slowly rolled through the gates as well.
Ryan’s bodyguards, clad in black from head to toe, were behind the wheel. Their only task today—create enough diversion so Zarelle’s car could slip away from the media undetected.
If reporters spotted their cars and decided to give chase, they were to take them on a wild goose chase. For this simple maneuver that would take less than an hour to complete, each of the bodyguards was to be paid a handsome fee of two thousand dollars.
“Thanks for picking me up,” Zarelle said to Gwen.
“My pleasure.” The assistant checked the rearview mirror, pleased to find no pursuers on their tail.
Zarelle wore a little black dress
