A marriage deal with billionaire stone (Ivy and Silas) novel Chapter 215

Chapter 215

When Bailey got the message about Island Nova, she ignored it. Anger still simmered inside her at the Stones,

Quinn had a surveillance team watching Night Bird until Mateo Castro was found, but so far, nothing useful had been reported..

Bailey fiddled with her pen, annoyance boiling in her chest. She had canceled dinner with Aaliyah’s parents for nothing. Even though they had rescheduled, it still stung to have made the effort for no result.

“Hey, Jones.”

She looked up and saw Quinn at the door. He walked to her table and dropped a large stack of files.

“I think we should go through all these again,” he said, gesturing to the pile.

Bailey rolled her eyes. “We’ve done that a million times.”

“And we’ve gotten nowhere,” Quinn replied. “We can’t trust the tip that led us to Night Bird in the first place, and the surveillance teams haven’t shared any good news for hours. So, we’re stuck with this.”

She sucked her teeth and pulled the stack closer.

“Unless you don’t want to return to Columbia early,” he added.

She shot him a look. Of course she didn’t want to go back yet, not because of Mateo Castro, but because of Aaliyah and her mother.

Quinn understood the look and laughed. “The faster you finish, the more time you spend with her.”

“As you say boss,” she teased

He laughed again. “See you later, Jones.”

When he left, Bailey opened one of the files. Nothing looked different, and it made her tired already.

She flipped the page. Her weariness deepened, and she tried to shake it off. As she turned another page, b

mind drifted to Silas’s message.

Giving in, she picked up her phone. She searched the name on the internet but found nothing.

“That’s weird,” she muttered, leaning forward.

Still, she was intrigued.

She dropped her phone and opened her laptop. Logging into her Bureau account, she accessed the World Wide Finder.

If Island Nova existed but was hidden, the World Wide Finder would detect it. As she typed, she hadn’t expected it to pop up–or worse, require a higher- level password to view it.

She had only followed the trail to prove Silas wrong.

Bailey stared at the screen, a mixture of excitement and curiosity swirling inside her.

Island Nova existed. But she needed a password to access more information. Who would do that? And why was the island hidden?

Only one way to find out.

She picked up her phone and dialed Chief Ramsey. He answered immediately, his voice hoarse.

“Jones. How is it?”

“Good, Chief. I need your help,” she said, then told him what she had discovered.

“That’s strange,” Chief Ramsey said. “I’ll send you my password. Anything you find, report to me and only me. Understand?”

“Yes, Chief.”

“Look out for my message,” he said, then ended the call.

Almost instantly, Bailey’s phone chimed. She used the password and unlocked the Island Nova file.

Three lines in, she gasped.

Island Nova was owned by Tom and Celia Stone.

“Silas’s parents,” she muttered, her skin crawling.

Why then was this hidden? Why would Silas’s parents pay to conceal their island?

Then she found the answer: a compressed document revealing the island had been sold to Mateo Castro.

Bailey jumped to her feet, her stomach knotting.

That was it! The connection between the Stones and Mateo Castro. She picked her phone, about to call Chief Ramsey again when the computer screen suddenly flickered and went dark.

She tapped the keyboard, but the screen didn’t come on.

Her senses sharpened and she grabbed her bag.

Something was off.

“Hey, Jones,” Quinn popped in again, a sly smile on his face. “What are you up to?”

His tone unsettled her, but she masked her discomfort.

“Nothing much. Just heading out,” she replied.

Before Quinn could speak, another agent joined them. In that moment, Bailey knew something was definitely wrong.

“Hey, Jones. How are you?” The agent greeted chirpily.

Surprise surged into her, but she kept her cool. “Good, Smith.”

This was the longest conversation she had had with Smith, and it made her uneasy. She clutched her bag and held her phone tighter.

“Should we have lunch together? We could discuss what we’ve found,” Quinn suggested, checking his watch. “Lunch break is almost here.”

“Can’t,” she said, keeping a smile in place. She wiggled her phone. “My Chief is on the line.”

She watched as their expression changed and that told her everything. Quickly, she brushed past them and into the corridor.

“See you guys later,” she called without looking back.

She walked faster, her heart pounding as she exited the office. Outside, she dialed Aaliyah.

“Hey babe,” Aaliyah answered.

“Where are you?” Bailey asked urgently.

Confusion colored Aaliyah’s tone.

“Home. Why?”

“Go to your parents’s house immediately.”

“Oh Bailey, what’s wrong?”

“I’ll explain when I can. Just get there. Demand extra security and don’t talk to or meet anybody from the Bureau. Not even Quinn. Get it?”

“Yes.”

“I love you. See you soon,” Bailey said, ending the call.

She clutched her bag and took three different buses, switching routes before settling in a small hotel.

Just in case she was followed.

Once in her room, she called Chief Ramsey and explained everything.

“Those were rats, Jones,” he said, anger filling his voice. “I always wondered why it took them so long to find Mateo.”

The realization hit her hard. “They were covering for him.”

Chief Ramsey sighed. “Sorry I kept you among enemies.”

“It’s okay, boss. Just doing my job.”

“Now we act. Send me everything you have on the island. I’m on my way to San Francisco.”

A smile tugged at her lips. “Yes, Chief.”

After the call, Bailey got to work. She contacted her Colombian partner and collaborated through secure lines.

Hours later, they discovered Mateo Castro was growing drugs

on the

remote island, paying the Stones five million dollars monthly.

She found a satellite image of the island. It was small, shaped like a star, and surrounded by dense trees. She could bet there was danger lurking within them.

Chief Ramsey called again.

“We’re here. Send me your hotel address.”

Minutes later, he arrived with a dozen agents. They turned the room into a makeshift office and strategized their plans.

“Moore called me, sounding suspicious as fuck,” Chief Ramsey said.

Bailey’s brow furrowed. The Chief rarely cursed. “He knows you’re here?”

Moore was Quinn’s superior.

“I think so. I’ve reported to higher authorities. The entire branch is being investigated. Corrupt rats.”

Bailey exchanged looks with an agent, her stomach knotting. She couldn’t believe she had worked with corrupt officers.

“We go in by ship,” one agent suggested.

“Excellent idea,” Chief Ramsey agreed with a nod. “They would spot us from the air. Besides, those rats likely already informed them we’re coming. Time to bring out the big toys.”

Gasps filled the room.

Bailey swallowed. “Are you sure… Chief?”

“Hundred percent.”

Big toys meant big guns. Gunfight.

Sh

aced that

in a long time.

Chief Ramsey gave out instructions and

“Ready?” the Chief asked.

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