NovelEnglish"Ehn," Hannah acknowledged his report with a noncommittal grunt.
Feeling a persistent nudge on his arm, Winston turned to find Dotson prodding him for assistance. Whispering, Dotson implored, "Dude, help us out here.
" After a brief moment of contemplation, Winston turned to Hannah, seeking clarification.
"Miss Moore, what about these men? What's to be done with them?" Hannah, visibly annoyed at the mention of the Dark Web members, massaged her forehead.
"Let them work externally, as the other three.
Winston expressed his concerns, "It's not that simple.
Lorenzo, Mrs.
Compton's assistant, has previously encountered Dilan and Dotson.
He's often around the Compton estate.
Their presence could lead to complications.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt" Hannah exhaled in frustration.
"You're all proving to be quite the headache.
Winston, could you possibly extract them from the Compton domain? I'll figure something out for Dilan.
" Winston elaborated.
"Dilan's position in Conor's sector isn't problematic; that branch operates externally, reducing Lorenzo's potential interference.
It's Dotson and the others who pose a greater risk of encountering Lorenzo and his team.
However, I have a proposal.
By providing them with distinct uniforms and sunglasses, we might avoid drawing suspicion.
The mental image of her team decked out in matching suits and sunglasses, shadowing her like smafia entourage, was mortifying for Hannah.
"Winston, isn't there another solution? Perhaps, you can take them out directly?" Winston said, "It's not going to fly.
They're tagged in the organization's dossier.
If they vanish without a trace, the powers will brand them traitors and wipe them out.
" "The organization's got more red tape than progress," Hannah muttered wearily.
Dotson piped up tentatively.
"Boss, have we caused you trouble?" "Forget it.
You two can hang around for now.
Winston, do as you suggested.
Stick to my house.
Don't go wandering.
We can't afford to be spotted.
Dotson nodded vigorously.
"Got it, Boss.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"As for Dilan..." Hannah Lowered her gaze, pondering.
"Since he's tied to Conor, tell him to watch his back.
Conor's wary of everyone around him.
Tell Dilan to keep his distance unless it's urgent.
"Understood, Boss.
" "Winston," she addressed him directly, "make sure they're settled in.
"Consider it done, Miss Moore.
"
Once the Shadow members had departed, Hannah, slumpeɗagainst the sofa, utterly drained. With a sigh, she unlocked her phone.
Since Bryson's departure in the morning, her inbox bad remained eerily silent.
Glaring at the chat box with Bryson's name, she muttered under her m breath, don't you dare ghost me!"
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