Chapter 139
Chapter 139:
After days of combing through logs, she ruled out the pirates as the ones behind it. Just then, her phone buzzed on the table. She stretched and glanced at the screen. Marcus was calling.
“Rylie, the concert’s starting. Are you coming? I reserved a VIP seat for you. Deandre mentioned you liked snacks, so I had some set aside at your spot p>
She checked the clock. If he hadn’t called, she might’ve missed it completely. “I’m on my way. What about Deandre? He didn’t say anything. Isn’t he going p>
“He had a situation last night. He’s alright, but he’s got a few things to handle. He won’t be there today p>
“Alright, got it,” said Rylie.
After the call, she opened her private messages. They came from the protection unit she’d sent to keep an eye on Deandre.
“Two separate groups planted bombs in his car last night. It exploded en route, but he’s unharmed. We neutralized the hit squad and kept two alive for questioning. Based on what they said, this mafia conflict around him is getting worse. Everyone is trying to eliminate him and take the position as the mafia head p>
Every one of the guards watching over Deandre had been chosen by her. Each of them could handle ten opponents without breaking a sweat, so she wasn’t worried.
After reading through the report, she pulled on a jacket, swapped into a pair of jeans, grabbed her keys, and left the apartment on her motorcycle.
Marcus’ solo concerts never had empty seats. They drew in society’s upper crust, along with celebrities who didn’t mind paying extra just to attend.
Among the guests were familiar faces from charity events — people who had heard whispers that Rylie was the long-lost daughter of the Owen family. She arrived late. Arms trade business had held her up until the last minute. She slipped through the VIP entrance without a fuss, quietly scanning for her seat.
Across the aisle, a group of well-dressed women and their daughters caught sight of her. One of them, Isabella, raised her voice in a mocking tone. “Isn’t that the girl who just returned to the Owen family? What’s she doing showing up now? Did she get lost on the way in p>
Baila Torres stifled a giggle behind her hand. “I heard she spent her whole life doing whatever she wanted. The Kirks never bothered with extracurricular classes. She only cared about food, fun, and parties. Can she even follow classical music? Does she know what Marcus is playing p>
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Hallie Thorpe put on a smug face and sighed. “Some people don’t change. Even if they come from money, they still carry the scent of the countryside. Paola, on the other hand, has real talent. She’s performing tonight p>
Rylie glanced at them, unfazed. Without saying a word, she headed straight for the seat in the center of the front row — the Owen family’s private section.
She had just settled in when Paola walked over, all smiles and sweetness, and said in a chirpy voice, “Rylie, why are you sitting there? That seat is reserved for one of Marcus’ special guests. Yours should be further back p>
Paola wanted to put her on the spot and make her look clueless in front of everyone.
Rylie didn’t move. She tilted her head and asked, “What special guest p>
In truth, Paola didn’t know either. She had overheard Marcus inviting a guest while passing by his piano room and later volunteered herself, hoping to be a guest at his concert.