Chapter 177: Breaking Free from Abigail Bardot
(Samuel's POV)
As we settled into the SUV, the scent of cigarette smoke and cold leather filled the air. The man driving—Marco—was a name I had heard before. A shadow broker, an information dealer, the type of man who knew everything about everyone.
He glanced at us through the rearview mirror, his sharp eyes gleaming with amusement.
"Well, well," he mused, his voice carrying a thick accent. "I can't believe I'm sitting with Samuel Gebb, the private investigator who faked his own death, and Liberty, the world's finest artist, who also happens to be a ghost."
I chuckled, leaning back in my seat.
"We're different," I said simply. "You can say we've evolved past what people think they know about us."
Marco smirked but didn't comment further. Instead, he reached forward and switched on the car radio.
Breaking News:
"Today, CEO of Maa Industries, Katerina Maa, held a press conference where she publicly apologized to her husband, Henry Hans, for past mistakes..."
I turned to Henry, watching as he raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed.
"Huh," I muttered. "Didn't expect that."