The sky gradually darkened as the trio anxiously awaited nightfall. Alexander, following the letter's instructions, arrived at Maplewood Street and waited beneath the designated tree. Meanwhile, Cameron's men were already positioned at various points around the tree, ready to apprehend anyone approaching Alexander. With everything in place, Alexander stood, attempting to appear calm despite his considerable nervousness.
He had never felt such apprehension, not even when he first acquired La Beaute Group. The thought of finally seeing his twins sent his heart racing. He felt even more uneasy, unsure if this was a genuine meeting or a carefully laid trap. He also worried about Lily and the children. The doctor, sent to gather information from the embassy, had not been heard from since; Alexander suspected Fred might have discovered his actions, especially since he'd sent the doctor's family to safety—a fact Fred was unlikely to overlook. Unfortunately, there was nothing he could do about it at the moment.
As time passed, his anxiety grew. Unable to outwardly display his unease, he pretended to pass the time by looking down at his phone. Maplewood Street was bustling; the many pedestrians passing caused the surveillance team to grow weary. Whoever chose this location demonstrated considerable foresight; even if someone else appeared, the risk of injuring bystanders was minimized. The street's activity intensified at night due to the nearby nightclubs and pubs.
Just as everyone began to suspect this was a prank, a motorcycle pulled up before Alexander. The rider, judging by his attire, appeared to be a food deliveryman. The others immediately became alert. "Are you Mr. Russell?" the man asked, his speech thick with an accent.
Alexander's heart pounded. "Yes, I am," he replied, carefully assessing the man.
"Are the last four digits of your phone number 7890?" the man asked again.
"Yes," Alexander nodded. "What's wrong?"
"Here's your delivery." The man retrieved a delivery bag from his motorcycle and thrust it into Alexander's hands. Alexander was utterly bewildered.
"Please leave a good review, sir!" The man remounted his motorcycle and started to ride away. At that instant, several people rushed forward, pulling the deliveryman from his bike, pinning him to the ground, and handcuffing him. Their movements were flawlessly executed, as if practiced for years.
The man shouted, "What the hell are you doing?! Help!" He struggled in vain as they restrained and searched him for weapons, yelling, "What the hell do you want?!"
The commotion attracted a crowd. A member of the group quickly produced a badge, saying, "We're the police. Please stay back." The onlookers, though curious, complied. Mike and Austin then rushed forward, shouting, "Open it!"