"Where is she?" Channing Irving demanded, his deep eyes scanning Flint coldly. He was armed and completely serious.
Flint choked on his words. The Boss had ordered him to bring Coralie to him, but now Channing was here to rescue her. If Flint refused to hand her over, this kid looked fully prepared to start a bloodbath.
"She's fine." Not wanting to escalate things, Flint put on a diplomatic smile. "Our Boss just wants a quick word with her, so she can't leave quite yet. But rest assured, not a single hair on her head has been harmed."
Channing stood his ground, his dark gaze locked onto Flint. Judging by the man's tone, they must have figured out Coralie's connection to Juniper.
"Stand down," Channing signaled to his men. "I want to see her and confirm she's safe."
Flint hesitated but figured the kid couldn't do much damage on his own.
The heavy door swung open.
Coralie sat in a chair, staring blankly at the small window near the ceiling. There was no fear or sadness on her face; she looked as calm as a painting. Hearing the door, she turned, expecting Shanley, but was stunned to see Channing.
"What are you doing here?" Coralie looked at him in surprise, then noticed the crowd of men outside. "You brought a whole crew to break in?"
"I did," Channing nodded. The deadly aura surrounding him vanished, replaced by a soft, devoted look. "I couldn't reach you and got worried. I took the liberty of mobilizing the casino's security team."
"You know Shanley Schwartz took me?" she asked, eyes narrowing.
"Yes." Channing frowned. "Please don't be angry that I bypassed your orders. You know how powerful he is."
"If you know who he is, why would you bring a handful of guys here? If he wanted me dead, you'd just be throwing your life away," Coralie said, her emotions a tangled mess. Shanley was virtually untouchable.
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