To face such a crowd was an uphill battle.

And it appeared like they had to fight against ten?

“What's our move?" Fear crept up on Divya.

The man was no calmer.

His fear was palpable!

“Why not make a break for it immediately?" the man proposed.

Reluctant to let go, Divya countered, "We've not laid hands on the money yet."

"Would you prefer money or life?" the man challenged.

After some thought, Divya admitted, "Life."

What good was wealth to the deceased?

“Exactly. There will always be opportunities while we're breathing."

The man took Divya's hand, leapt from the window down to the platform below, and then vaulted onto the grass, making their escape.

“Looks like we gave them quite a fright and they escaped," Forrest commented nonchalantly.

“Shall we chase them down?" one of Isaac's men queried.

“No need." Isaac decided.

They were enemies to Wynter.

Not to him.

In fact, they'd done exactly what he'd wanted, albeit not ruthless enough!

But still, Isaac wanted Forrest's input.

Because it was Divya.