All Chapters of Beaten by my ex, now I'm a Trillionaire Heir: Chapter 221
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Ch-221
They emerged from the subway into the industrial district, the sky above bruised with unnatural hues that shifted faster than weather should. Nathan didn’t look up; his focus was already on the next fragment. The last few nodes had left traces—resonance he could track, faint distortions in space-time, whispers of corrupted memories that clung to the air.“We’re running out of time,” Nyx said, scanning the abandoned factories. Her fingers hovered over the tablet as if feeling the pulse of the city. “The fragments are accelerating their synchronization. If they complete alignment…” Her voice trailed off, leaving the threat unspoken.Dante cracked his knuckles. “We’ve dealt with worse. Let’s just find it and smash it.”Nathan’s eyes narrowed. “Not smash. Contain. The energy isn’t just dangerous—it’s alive in a way. Force alone will make it worse. We need precision.”The team advanced cautiously. The district was eerily quiet. Windows of warehouses reflected the bruised sky in shards, giv
Ch-222
The next node wasn’t hidden in the ruins of some forgotten quarter or stitched into shadows of abandoned warehouses. It pulsed at the heart of the city itself, inside a steel-and-glass tower where executives still sat in boardrooms, oblivious to the corruption threading through their walls. Nathan hated the exposure, but there was no choice. If the fragment bled unchecked in a place like this, thousands could unravel in hours. They slipped into the lobby under the guise of night cleaners, badges forged and uniforms plain. Dante pushed the mop bucket with a convincingly bored expression. Roarke trailed behind, all bulk and silence. Nyx carried her tablet slung low in a janitor’s cart. Miley kept close, her eyes wide, but steady. Nathan’s voice was low, steady. “Remember—precision. This isn’t a battlefield. Too much noise and the Syndicate will tighten the noose before we can move.” The elevators groaned upward. Floor by floor, the tension grew. By the twenty-third, Nyx’s device beg
Ch-223
Nathan had barely slept when Dante shoved the door open at dawn. His lieutenant’s face was grim, eyes blazing. “They’ve made a move,” Dante said. “It’s Harper.” Nathan was on his feet instantly, the last trace of exhaustion gone. “Where?” “Old tram depot, south line. Syndicate men staged a power outage, drew Harper in with a false Imperium relay signal. Roarke’s already tailing them.” Nathan’s mind worked faster than his pulse. A direct trap on Harper wasn’t reckless—it was calculated. The Syndicate had finally stopped chipping at the edges. They were cutting straight to his core. “Gear up,” Nathan ordered, already strapping on his sidearm. “If they’ve put Harper in play, they want me out in the open. Let’s give them the mistake they’re begging for.” --- The tram depot loomed like a skeleton of iron and glass, its windows shattered, the tracks rusting into weeds. Power lines dangled dead, swaying in the morning breeze. Nathan approached with Dante at his flank, their boots sile