Love on the Fast Track - Chapter 841

Chapter 841:

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“Hanley, why are we going to such lengths to catch a woman? Why follow her here? It’s dark and creepy.”

“Why all the questions? Just follow my lead! I’ve brought ten men tonight. We’re going to catch her for sure!”

“There’s a man with her. His car looks like a Maybach. Really expensive!”

“I don’t care about him. Our target is that woman tonight! But what the hell are they doing in the woods at this hour?”

“We don’t really have a choice, do we? We couldn’t grab them in town.”

Norah held her breath, realizing from their conversation that they were after her. But they didn’t seem to belong to an organization of killers.

Marlin gently squeezed her hand, signaling someone approaching. They were just a hundred meters away, closing in fast. By chance, their paths intersected with Marlin and Norah’s.

Norah grabbed a rock and hurled it behind them. The men screamed in surprise.

“Damn it! What was that? It scared the hell out of me.”

“It was probably just a bird. There are plenty of animals in these woods. Spare us your yelling.”

Hanley smacked the loudest screamers on the head sharply. “Get moving. Let’s take her back so we can rest. We’re getting paid by both sides, and I don’t want to lose out on it.” They had been tracking Norah for days and finally saw their opportunity. With only one man accompanying her, they weren’t afraid at all, dismissing him as inconsequential.

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As for Norah herself, Hanley didn’t take her seriously at first, but he admitted she was indeed a stunning woman. Capturing her could mean a hefty commission and bonus.

The men moved forward quietly through the darkness, passing the bushes where Marlin and Norah were hiding.

Norah watched them go, wondering who they were and how they had targeted them. Suddenly, the man at the end of the line stopped.

“Can you smell that? I think it’s coming from a woman!”

The man in front turned and delivered a harsh slap to his head. “I know you’re obsessed with women, but this is not the time. Stay focused on the job.”

“I’m serious. She’s close. I can smell a woman’s fragrance within five meters of us.”

Hanley halted and walked to the end of the line.

“I recall you’ve been called ‘Dog’s Nose.’ Can you really distinguish women’s scents from men’s?”

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