All Chapters of WIFE KICKED MILLIONAIRE MEDICAL GOD HUSBAND: Chapter 161
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Chapter One Hundred and Sixty-One
The convoy moved silently through the mist-soaked outskirts of Rotterdam, the headlights cutting through the gray haze like blades. Elise sat in the back of the lead SUV, her fingers brushing the edge of the reinforced case, feeling the cold steel beneath her touch. Every vibration of the road seemed magnified in her chest, her pulse syncing with the rhythmic hum of the armored engines.Margot drove with the precision of a surgeon, every turn, every acceleration calculated to minimize exposure. Lukas sat beside Elise, scanning the rearview feeds, his jaw tight, eyes sharp. They had rehearsed this extraction a dozen times, yet the weight of the actual operation was unlike anything they had anticipated.“Any sign of surveillance?” Elise asked quietly, not wanting to break the tense silence that had settled over the convoy.Margot’s hands never wavered from the wheel. “Nothing concrete. But Berg is patient. She could be trailing us miles behind, watching every move.”Elise exhaled slowly
Chapter One Hundred and Sixty-Two
The dawn was pale, gray streaks of light bleeding across the horizon as the convoy edged closer to the extraction point. Elise sat upright in the back of the SUV, her hands resting on the reinforced case, though she barely felt its cold weight. Her mind was occupied with calculations, contingencies, and the relentless specter of Berg. Every detail of the journey had to be precise; one misstep, one overlooked shadow, and everything could collapse.Lukas sat beside her, fingers drumming lightly against his thigh, eyes scanning every camera feed, every reflected glint of light in the wet streets. His calm was steady, almost surgical, but Elise could sense the tension coiled beneath the surface, the same tension that mirrored her own.“Are all teams in position?” she asked quietly, her voice barely rising above the hum of the engine.Margot’s voice crackled through the comms. “Final units are in place. Surveillance drones overhead, perimeter secured. Any sign of Berg or her operatives, an
Chapter One Hundred and Sixty-Three
The mist clung to the outskirts of Rotterdam like a living veil, curling around empty streets and abandoned warehouses, obscuring the world in pale gray. Elise sat rigid in the back of the lead SUV, fingers brushing the cold metal of the reinforced case that contained the genetic key. Every vibration from the road pulsed through her arms, through her chest, as if the very weight of the device had transferred to her bones. She stole a glance at Lukas, sitting beside her, his eyes sharp and alert, scanning every camera feed, every reflection on the wet asphalt. His calm exterior masked a tension that mirrored her own, a taut wire stretched across her chest that threatened to snap with any sudden motion.Margot’s hands were steady on the wheel, gliding the SUV along narrow industrial roads with the precision of a surgeon. Elise noticed how her friend’s jaw set, how her eyes darted continually to the tablet mounted beside her, tracking every movement, every possible angle of threat. Every
Chapter One Hundred and Sixty-Four
The convoy moved with deliberate precision, the armored SUVs cutting through the thick Rotterdam mist like knives through silk. Elise gripped the reinforced case tightly, feeling its weight press into her palms, reminding her of everything that hung on their success. Every vibration of the road was a warning pulse, every shadow in the mist a potential ambush.Lukas sat beside her, eyes scanning the monitors, jaw tight, his hand brushing hers in fleeting moments of reassurance. The calmness he projected belied the tension coiled inside him, a predator ready to strike. Elise felt the pull of that same energy, her adrenaline sharpening every sense, turning fear into laser focus.Margot’s hands never wavered from the wheel. She guided the lead SUV through narrow industrial roads, her eyes flicking to the tablet mounted beside her as she tracked every potential threat. “We have three fast vehicles moving on a flanking pattern,” she said, voice clipped and precise. “They’re coordinating. ET
Chapter One Hundred and Sixty-Five
The dawn had barely broken, a gray light seeping through the mist, and the world outside the lab felt suspended between calm and chaos. Elise’s fingers tightened around the reinforced case, the cool metal grounding her as the hum of the lab’s automated systems echoed softly around them. Every sensor, every camera, every perimeter alarm was active, yet the tension pressed against her chest like a living thing. Berg was close, and every instinct in Elise screamed that this was the moment everything could change.Lukas crouched beside her, his eyes scanning the monitors that displayed every approach, every possible breach point. The muscles in his jaw flexed, the tension so tight it was almost visible. Yet his voice, when he spoke, was calm, deliberate. “They’ll test us first. Small probes, distractions. Watch for patterns. Anticipate them.”Elise nodded, keeping her gaze on the case. The genetic key rested between them, a cold, heavy reminder of the stakes. One misstep, one moment of he
Chapter One Hundred and Sixty-Six
The warehouse lab was quiet, but the quiet was a lie. Every breath, every movement, every flicker of light was laced with tension. Elise’s fingers never left the reinforced case, the cool metal pressing insistently into her palm, a reminder that the world could shift in an instant. Lukas moved beside her, a shadow of control in the chaos, eyes scanning every screen, every readout, every incoming signal. Margot’s SUV waited outside, ready to intercept any approach, the hum of its engine blending with the low vibrations of distant traffic.Then the mist shifted, and the first sign of Berg appeared—her shadow cutting across the haze, composed and poised like a predator approaching its prey. Elise’s stomach tightened, a knot of adrenaline and fear, but beneath it was a growing flame of determination. She had survived Berg before; she could do it again.Margot’s tablet beeped sharply. “Two operatives moving north. Heavy gear. Likely to breach if unopposed.”“Positions,” Lukas commanded. Hi
Chapter One Hundred and Sixty-Seven
The morning had solidified into a muted gray, the mist lifting just enough to reveal the outlines of the warehouse and the surrounding grounds. Elise’s hands were still on the reinforced case, her knuckles white from gripping it, the cold metal grounding her. Every nerve in her body was alert, every sense heightened. The distant rumble of engines and the faint clatter of movement outside told her that Berg’s forces were closing in.Lukas moved like a shadow beside her, scanning monitors, listening to comms, every motion deliberate, precise. His presence was a quiet anchor amid the storm. Elise felt the brief brush of his hand against hers—a grounding touch, a silent promise that they were not facing this alone.Margot’s voice came through the comms, sharp and controlled. “North approach is clear for the moment, but heavy units are advancing from the east. I need full coverage.”Elise’s stomach coiled. “We’re outnumbered?”“Temporarily,” Lukas said, his eyes never leaving the displays.
Chapter One Hundred and Sixty-Eight
The world narrowed into a tense, breathless stillness. Elise could hear her own heartbeat pounding in her ears as Berg stepped farther into the warehouse, her posture calm, almost serene, as if she were walking into a boardroom rather than the center of a siege. The mist behind her curled like a living thing, swallowing the outlines of her operatives, making them ghosts in a gray world.Lukas shifted subtly closer to Elise. She didn’t need to look at him to feel the tension running through him—coiled, focused, prepared for whatever came next. Margot hovered near the control station she’d set up, fingers hovering over the touchscreen, ready to shift defenses at the slightest sign of breach.Berg’s voice sliced through the air, low and controlled. “You have something of mine.”Her eyes fixed not on Lukas, but on Elise.It hit Elise like a physical blow. Berg wasn’t here for negotiations. She wasn't here to justify her assault. She was here to claim what she believed she had already won.
Chapter One Hundred and Sixty-Nine
The corridor behind the warehouse lab was narrow, dimly lit, and humming with the low vibration of generators buried deep beneath the floor. Elise didn’t stop moving, not even to catch her breath. Lukas kept pace ahead of her, guiding them toward the secured interior passageway that would lead to the escape sublevel. Margot followed behind, one hand on her tablet, the other gripping a compact stun weapon she hadn’t needed in years.Alarms pulsed low and steady through the concrete walls. Not blaring—Margot had disabled external sirens to avoid broadcasting their movement—but insistent, a reminder that Berg was still inside, recovering, recalibrating, preparing for the next move.“Elise, stay close,” Lukas said without turning, his voice tight and controlled.“I’m fine,” she said, though her breath still trembled in her lungs. The weight of the case dug into her palm, metal edges biting skin. She didn’t loosen her grip.She didn’t dare.They reached the reinforced door at the end of th
Chapter One Hundred and Seventy
Lukas barely slept that night. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Elise’s face in the dim glow of the restaurant hallway—her guarded eyes, her trembling breath, the way she had stepped back as if she didn’t trust herself to stay close to him. It wasn’t the distance that haunted him. It was the flicker of something raw beneath her composure, something she hadn’t intended to show.By morning, the city outside his penthouse windows was still half-asleep. Soft mist rolled between the buildings, blurring the lights and softening the skyline. Lukas stood at the glass with a mug of untouched coffee in his hand, staring at nothing. His mind replayed the same questions over and over.Why hadn’t she told him sooner?How long had she been carrying that alone?And where did they even go from here?His phone buzzed on the counter.A single message from Elise.We need to talk. Today.A pulse of heat moved through his chest. Not dread. Not hope. Something heavier, something that carried both.He