One Hundred and sixty one

CHAPTER 161

The Fixer picked up a cigar from the table beside him, he put the end of the cigar to his lips and began to take a slow sip. He romanticized the puffs of smoke coming out of his mouth and let them touch the surface of Angela's beautiful face. Angela was already fifty years old, but thanks to the expensive treatments and healthy foods she consumed after her illness, she managed to make her face look even younger and healthier. It made Angela look beautiful despite her age.

"Our people have been keeping an eye on Alicia and so far, Alicia doesn't seem to be going to see Ace. It looks like they don't know where Ace is either," the man said in a husky voice.

The Fixer had a stern face with a beard filling his high jaw. He had a perfect nose that made him look cool and evil at the same time. He raised one eyebrow, when he finally continued, "Do you think... Ace will go to Alicia?"

"Ace is so obsessed with Alicia, he'll come and when he does, you should be able to bring him to me."

"What about Alicia, should I bring her to you?"

Angela looked thoughtful, she furrowed her brow and crossed her arms over her chest. "She's just my bait to find Ace. But I'll see later, if she'll be useful enough to serve as bait for a greater purpose."

"Well, whatever you say... we'll do our job, as long as you pay the bills."

Angela clucked lazily, she raised her face arrogantly. "You almost got Alicia shot to death in the forest. Is that what you do with your men?"

The man's laughter boomed. He knew that this place was a real palace for him and went back to smoking the cigar in his left hand. He cleared his throat, then pointed at Angela using his hand that was holding the cigar. "That detective got in my way! I just wanted to give Alicia a little terror, but she just showed up and made my plan not go the way I wanted. That's called... reflex movement."

"Tsk, you're not professional."

"Is that what you want to comment on from me?"

"No. I'm going to leave now. Call me, if you've found Ace. And, don't hurt Alicia until I get Ace. I need that girl as bait, so... don't mess with my bait."

Angela walked away from The Fixer's base camp. After she closed the door, Angela's brown eyes could immediately spot two large men with tattoos all over their arms. They were both The Fixer's bodyguards. They were paid to stand guard there, with the pistols they had, they would scare anyone who saw them.

"I have to go, you're in my way," Angela said emphatically, and the two bodyguards left, making way for the woman to leave the base camp.

One of the bodyguards went inside after knocking on the door, he then asked. "Excuse me, Boss. Should I follow her now?"

And upon hearing that question, The Fixer put his cigar down on the table. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Sure. Take care of her. We can't afford to lose our big money. She's the jackpot, and once we complete the mission... she'll be useless."

"Okay, Boss."

The bodyguard then left with his fellow bodyguard, taking a car on the side of the road to follow the car carrying Angela and her personal driver somewhere.

As Angela's car drove down the dimly lit streets, she couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that she was being followed. Leaning forward, she whispered to the driver, "We have guests. Step on the gas, but don't be obvious."

The driver nodded, accelerating smoothly while Angela quietly checked the rearview mirror. True to her instincts, she saw the dark silhouette of a bodyguard car following them. Angela's mind raced as she contemplated her next move.

Meanwhile, in The Fixer's lair, he leaned back in his chair, a wicked smile on his lips. "Let's see where this game takes us," she muttered to herself, watching the live feed from the tracking device hidden in Angela's car.

As Angela's vehicle sped through the maze of city streets, she instructed her driver to make a series of unexpected turns. The bodyguards follow her, determined to stick to their target. Angela's heart pounded with every twist and turn, wondering how deeply she had become entangled in this dangerous web.

Suddenly, Angela's driver skillfully navigated into a narrow alley, barely wide enough for a car to pass. The bodyguards hesitated for a moment, but decided to give chase. The alley opens up into a deserted industrial area, and Angela's driver pushes the car to its limits, leaving the bodyguards struggling to keep up. Just when it looked like they were losing the chase, Angela's driver came to an abrupt stop, causing the bodyguards' car to screech to a halt behind them.

In a split second, Angela's car door opened, and she stepped out gracefully. The bodyguards, realizing that they had underestimated their prey, cautiously approached. However, Angela remained undeterred, a sly smile on her lips. "Tell your superiors that I play by my own rules," Angela said, her brown eyes shining with confidence. "Tell The Fixer that the one person he should follow is Ace, not me."

Angela then closed the door, preparing to leave the bodyguards with her middle finger in the air.

As Angela disappeared into the night, the bodyguards were stranded in the industrial estate, contemplating the unexpected event. Back in The Fixer's lair, frustration flashes across his face as he watches the scene unfold. Little does he know that Angela has just upped the ante in the dangerous game she is playing, and Ace's pursuit is about to take a thrilling and unexpected turn.

Angela is back on the road in her car. On the way, Angela kept thinking about her unpleasant experience.

"I have to prepare another plan, The Fixer seems to be doing something behind my back."