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The Unshackled Queen: Never Say Never by Gilbert Soysal

Chapter 1772
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Hannah, however, did not inquire about their backgrounds.

To her, gangsters employed to capture others likely knew little of consequence.

"Send them to the police station.

Looking up, Hannah's gaze fell on the hotel gate where Atticus still stood.

Catching her eye, he waved enthusiastically.

"By the way-" Hannah began, turning back to the bodyguards.

"Inform the police about the situation here and request their immediate presence to protect Atticus.

" "Yes, Miss Moore.

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Shall we escort you back to the Mitchell residence now?" one of the bodyguards asked.

"No, thanks," Hannah declined.

"I need to speak with him.

You proceed with your duties.

" The bodyguards hesitated to leave her unattended.

"Sof us will send the captured men to the station first.

The rest can wait for you here," the leader of the bodyguards suggested.

"Mr.

Mitchell insisted that you should not be left alone, no matter the circumstances.

" "Alright," Hannah acquiesced, aware that they were under Bryson's orders.

Waving them off, she had no tto waste and turned to enter the hotel lobby.

As soon as she stepped inside, Atticus hurried over to her.

"Miss Moore! I saw two people were caught.

Am I safe now?" "You're safe for the tbeing," Hannah told Atticus.

"The police will likely need your statement soon.

I suggest you apply for police protection; otherwise, these people won't give up easily and will keep harassing you.

" Atticus rubbed his hands anxiously.

"Why are they targeting me? I own that island, but it's already been sold.

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What could they possibly gain from killing me?" Hannah shrugged, her tone casual yet informative.

"Perhaps their aim is simply to vent their frustrations, much like they tried with me.

A friend of mine faced a similar situation once.

If you try to hide, you'll remain a target until they succeed.

Atticus was the epitof a wealthy young man, his days typically filled with leisurely pursuits.

Yet, he found himself bewildered by his sudden entanglement in such perilous affairs.

He swallowed hard, overwhelmed by a sense of desperation.

"I lack combat skills.

If they decide to strike, it will be all too easy for them to kill me.

"