As we sat in the café, sipping our coffee and trying to blend in, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. We were being careful, but I still felt like we were being watched.
Max seemed to sense my unease, because he reached out and took my hand. "It's okay," he said. "We're safe here. Just relax."
I nodded, trying to calm down. But as I looked around the café, I couldn't shake the feeling that we were being watched.
And then, I saw him. A mysterious figure, sitting in the corner of the café. He was dressed in a black suit, and his face was obscured by a pair of sunglasses.
I felt a surge of fear as I realized that this must be the person who had been watching us. I grabbed Max's arm, my heart racing with fear.
"Max, look," I whispered. "That man in the corner. I think he's been watching us."
Max followed my gaze, his eyes narrowing as he took in the mysterious figure. "I see him," he said. "Let's get out of here."
We quickly paid for our coffee and left the café, the mysterious figure watching us as we went. As we walked down the street, I couldn't help but feel a sense of fear. Who was this man, and what did he want?
Max seemed to sense my fear, because he put his arm around me and pulled me close. "Don't worry," he said. "I've got you. We'll figure out who this guy is and what he wants."
I nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude towards Max. He was always there for me, always protecting me from harm.
As we walked, I couldn't help but wonder who the mysterious figure was. Was he a friend or a foe? And what did he want from us?
I looked up at Max, who was watching me with a concerned expression. "What's wrong?" he asked.
I hesitated, unsure of how to explain. "I just feel like we're in danger," I said. "Like this guy is going to hurt us or something."
Max's expression turned serious. "We'll be careful," he said. "We'll watch our backs and make sure we're safe. But we can't let fear control us. We have to keep moving forward and figure out what's going on."
I nodded, feeling a sense of determination. Max was right. We couldn't let fear control us. We had to keep moving forward and figure out what was going on.
As we walked, I couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude towards Max. He was always there for me, always protecting me from harm.
And as I looked up at him, I knew that I could trust him with my life.
As we walked, I couldn't help but notice the way Max's eyes scanned the surrounding area. He was always on the lookout for potential threats, always ready to protect me.
I felt a surge of admiration for him, and I reached out to take his hand. "Thank you, Max," I said. "For always being there for me. For always protecting me."
Max smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Anytime, Rory," he said. "I'll always be here for you."
As we walked, I couldn't help but feel a sense of happiness. I was finally safe, finally free from the clutches of Alexander Grayson.
And as I looked up at Max, I knew that I owed it all to him. He had saved me, protected me, and loved me.
As we turned a corner, I saw a black SUV parked on the side of the road. The windows were tinted, and I couldn't see inside.
But as we approached, the door opened, and a man stepped out. He was tall and muscular, with a stern expression on his face.
"Max," he said. "I've been looking for you."
Max's eyes narrowed, his expression cautious. "What do you want, Victor?" he asked.
Victor's expression didn't change, but I could sense a hint of tension in his voice. "I need to talk to you about something," he said. "Something important."
Max hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Okay," he said. "Let's talk."
As we followed Victor into the SUV, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. What did Victor want to talk to Max about? And why did I get the feeling that it was something bad?
As we sat down in the SUV, Victor turned to us with a serious expression. "I've been investigating Alexander Grayson's business dealings," he said. "And I think I've found something big."
Max's eyes narrowed, his interest piqued. "What is it?" he asked.
Victor hesitated, glancing around the SUV as if he was worried about being overheard. "I think Alexander Grayson is involved in a massive money laundering scheme," he said. "And I think he's using his company to funnel millions of dollars into offshore accounts."
I felt a surge of shock and outrage. "That's unbelievable," I said. "How could he get away with something like that?"
Victor's expression was grim. "He's got a lot of powerful connections," he said. "And he's not afraid to use them to get what he wants."
Max's eyes were narrowed, his jaw clenched in anger. "We need to take him down," he said. "We need to expose him for the corrupt businessman he is."
Victor nodded, his expression serious. "I agree," he said. "But we need to be careful. Alexander Grayson is a powerful man, and he won't go down without a fight."
As we sat there, discussing our plan to take down Alexander Grayson, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. We were finally going to bring him to justice, and I was proud to be a part of it.
But as we pulled up to the curb, I saw something that made my heart skip a beat. A black sedan was parked across the street, and I could see Alexander Grayson's face in the window.
He was watching us, and I knew that we were in grave danger.