Milf Hunter: Seducin Chapter 860: Turning Over Arturo’s Case

Chapter 860: Turning Over Arturo’s Case

I reached for Lorena’s hand, my fingers brushing against hers before intertwining. Her skin was cold—clammy with fear, the kind that seeps into the bones and lingers.

I could feel the tremor in her grip, the silent, desperate plea for reassurance. Behind us, Jayden and Lorena’s mother followed, their footsteps a muted echo against the rain-slicked pavent.

The night air clung to us, thick with the scent of wet asphalt and the distant pulse of the city—a symphony of chaos that mirrored the storm brewing in my mind.

Jayden opened the car door for Lorena’s mother first, ever the professional, before sliding into the driver’s seat. The engine roared to life, a low, predatory growl that vibrated through the chassis.

She adjusted the rearview mirror, her sharp gaze flicking to mine for a fraction of a second. "Where to next, Master?" Her voice was steady, but the exhaustion beneath it was unmistakable. The past few days had carved lines into all of us.

I settled into the seat beside Lorena, my arm draped around her shoulders. "Find us a hotel. Sowhere discreet, but luxurious. We need to rest."

Jayden nodded, her fingers drumming a restless rhythm against the steering wheel. "I know just the place." She hesitated, glancing at

again. "I’m beat, Master. We all are."

I didn’t answer imdiately. Instead, I pulled out my phone, the screen casting a pale blue glow across my face.

SERA’s interface loaded instantly—sleek, efficient, and ruthless. My fingers moved with precision, typing out commands like a conductor orchestrating a symphony of deception.

"Initiate campaign: Arturo – Innocent."

"Fra narrative: The bodies in Arturo’s residence were his bodyguards, killed by Danny Reyes, a gang mber with a vendetta. Danny’s case was handled by Arturo years ago. He never forgot the outco."

"Plant evidence linking Danny to the scene. Ensure Hector pushes Danny’s na to the police as the pri suspect. Close the case with Danny as the fall guy."

I hit send. The ssage vanished into the digital abyss, but I knew the machinery was already in motion. SERA was relentless. Within hours, the narrative would twist, and Arturo’s na would be scrubbed clean—on paper, at least.

Lorena watched , her dark eyes wide with a fragile mix of hope and skepticism. "What are you doing?" she asked, her voice barely audible over the hum of the engine.

I slipped the phone back into my pocket and turned to her, my thumb tracing the line of her jaw. "What I do best, Lorena. Fixing problems."

She swallowed hard, her gaze darting between my eyes and the road ahead. "And my father...?" The question hung between us, brittle and desperate.

I leaned in, my lips brushing her temple. "He’ll be free within the hour." My voice was a murmur, a promise wrapped in steel. "You have my word."

Jayden cleared her throat, her grip tightening on the wheel. "Master, with all due respect, it’s not that simple. The police have Arturo’s property reports, surveillance footage, and eyewitnesses placing him at the scene. This isn’t just a sar campaign—it’s a full-blown setup." Her tone was laced with skepticism, but there was no defiance. Jayden knew better than to question my thods—only my tilines.

I smirked, my gaze fixed on the city lights blurring past the window. "Jayden, when have I ever let details like that stop ?"

She didn’t respond, but the tension in her shoulders eased slightly. Jayden had been with

long enough to know that chaos was my canvas. Where others saw dead ends, I saw opportunities.

Lorena’s mother, silent until now, reached out and squeezed her daughter’s hand. "Lorena, trust him," she said, her voice steady despite the fear shadowing her eyes. "If he says your father will be free, then he will be."

Lorena nodded, but her body remained rigid, her breath shallow. I didn’t bla her. Trust wasn’t sothing given lightly—not in our world.

Jayden rged onto the highway, the car accelerating smoothly. The city skyline lood ahead, a jagged silhouette against the night sky. "I’ll get us a suite at The Celestial," she said finally. "Their security is top-notch, and the staff knows how to keep their mouths shut."

"Good choice." The Celestial was one of the few places in the city where money could buy absolute discretion. It was also owned by an old acquaintance—soone who owed

more than a favor or two.

As Jayden navigated the traffic, I closed my eyes for a mont, the weight of the past few days pressing down. Arturo’s arrest had been a calculated move, but the fallout had been ssier than anticipated.

The police had been fed just enough evidence to make the case stick, and the dia had devoured it like starving wolves. But evidence could be fabricated, and narratives could be rewritten. I’d done it before. I’d do it again.

Lorena’s voice pulled

back. "How can you be so sure?" she asked, her fingers twisting in her lap. "The police, the courts—they’re not just going to let him walk away because you say so."

I opened my eyes and turned to her, my expression unreadable. "Because, Lorena, the world doesn’t run on justice. It runs on power, influence, and the right connections." I let the words sink in. "And I happen to have all three."

She stared at , her lips parted as if she wanted to argue, but no words ca. Instead, she leaned into , her head resting against my shoulder. I wrapped my arm around her, pulling her closer. "Just trust ," I whispered.

Jayden exited the highway, the car gliding into the underground parking lot of The Celestial. The hotel’s exterior was a masterpiece of modern architecture—sleek lines, polished glass, and the quiet hum of controlled luxury.

The valet opened Lorena’s door, offering her a hand as she stepped out. I followed, my eyes scanning the surroundings out of habit. Security caras. Ard guards. The subtle, calculated rhythm of activity. Everything was as it should be.

Jayden joined us, tossing the valet the keys. "Presidential suite, as requested," she said, handing

the keycard. "They’re expecting you."

I nodded, slipping the card into my pocket. "Good. Let’s get so rest. Tomorrow will be a busy day."

Lorena’s mother linked arms with her daughter, steering her toward the elevator. "Co, mija," she murmured. "You need to sleep."

Jayden fell into step beside

as we followed. "Master," she said quietly, "what if the police don’t buy it? What if they dig deeper?"

I glanced at her, my lips curling into a cold smile. "Then we bury the truth deeper."

The elevator doors slid shut, sealing us in silence. As we ascended, I could feel the weight of the night pressing in—the unspoken promises, the threats lurking in the shadows. But I thrived in the dark. And by dawn, Arturo would be a free man—one way or another.