I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away
Chapter 388: Someone is Buying Her Life

In black and white, with the agreement signed in front of so many people, Alistair Golding couldn't renege on his word without losing his reputation locally. Alistair Golding, his face stern, conceded, "A bet is a bet."

With that assurance from Alistair Golding, Meredith felt somewhat relieved. "I hope Mr. Golding keeps his promise."

"I have agreed, and naturally, I will uphold it, but I did not promise to release your husband tomorrow," Alistair Golding stated. "Your husband is accused of rape; such a man is not worth your efforts, Mrs. Sterling. You might rather stay with me and enjoy endless wealth and honor."

This was a clear evasion of his promise.

The lack of a specific time was a loophole.

Meredith's displeasure was immediate. "Are you going back on your word, Mr. Golding?"

"Mrs. Sterling, don't be upset; anger makes a woman age faster," Alistair Golding said with a smirk. "I promised to save your husband, and I will do just that. Wait for my news tomorrow."

With no other options, Meredith could only wait until the next day.

She gave Selene Cove a look. "Let's go."

Selene nodded, and they left the casino.

Alistair Golding watched Meredith's departing figure thoughtfully, itching with desire. Such a beauty unattained could make a man restless.

"Let's go back," said Marry, stepping forward to offer her arm to Alistair Golding.

Alistair, no longer interested in Marry, pushed her away and headed upstairs.

Marry, having been by Alistair's side for only a few months, felt her favor slipping away unwillingly.

Outside the casino.

As Meredith opened the car door, something felt off. She said to Selene Cove, "Let's take a taxi back."

"What happened?" Selene asked.

"When we entered, I put a little glue on the car door. Now, there are marks on the glue; someone might have tampered with the car."

Being in a foreign country, Meredith was exceedingly cautious.

Terrence Sterling had been framed before, and she couldn't afford to be careless.

She had only applied a tiny bit of glue at the car door, inconspicuous enough not to arouse suspicion even if touched accidentally.

Selene was amazed. "Meredith, how did you think of using glue?"

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Meredith's meticulousness and vigilance were even sharper than that of professionally trained Selene.

"One learns from one's mistakes," Meredith replied. "Terrence's car was tampered with before; we better take a taxi."

"Alright."

They could only flag down a taxi to the hotel.

As the taxi passed through an alley, it suddenly suffered a flat tire.

The taxi driver got out, cursed upon seeing nails on the ground, "Who the hell would scatter nails here?"

Nails on the ground were evidently placed deliberately.

Such incidents were common in Mondale, a region known for its chaos and poor security.

The driver regretfully informed Meredith, "Sorry, the tire's blown. You'll need to find another ride."

With the taxi out of commission, Meredith had no choice but to walk a distance to hail another cab.

Walking about twenty meters forward, suddenly five men emerged from an alley, all locals and clearly trouble, with tattoos visible on their arms. They advanced towards Meredith and Selene.

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Meredith and Selene stepped back, but three more men appeared behind them, effectively surrounding them.

Meredith feared these were Alistair Golding's men.

Selene, protective as ever, whispered, "Find a chance and run."

"We leave together," Meredith insisted, her fear not overcoming her loyalty.

She subtly texted Rick for help.

"Are you Alistair Golding's men?" Meredith asked.

The men didn't respond to Meredith. One of them, a curly-haired man, pulled out a photo, checked it against Meredith, and confirmed, "It's her, get her."

"Wait." Meredith sensed something was amiss. "You're not sent by Alistair Golding? Who are you? Even if I am to die, let me know why."

The curly-haired man revealed, "Someone paid a million dollars for your life."

These men, local thugs and layabouts, knew that even committing murder here would not draw police attention, especially not for a victim from Auroraville. "Who is it?" Meredith, shocked yet hopeful, countered, "Let us go, and I'll pay you three times that amount."