Chapter 162

HASSAN NEARLY CACKLED WITH glee. Years of planning were about to reach culmination. It was perfect. So incredibly perfect he wanted to shout it from the rooftops.

She was in place.

After all this time, after all this waiting, the trap could finally snap shut. And then his new life would start. He couldn't have lined it up like this if he'd wanted to.

She'd saved that stupid couple for last!

Oh, it was so freakishly perfect he wanted to dance a jig.

Not only did he know more about the merchandise the so-called Smiths wanted to sell, he had the codes. And their client list. All Hassan had to do was finish this job and he'd be in business for himself.

"Hassan, here." The bartender pushed two drinks across to him.

He nodded and transferred the drinks to their owners across the bar.