All Chapters of WIFE KICKED MILLIONAIRE MEDICAL GOD HUSBAND: Chapter 211
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Chapter Two Hundred and Eleven
The morning was sharp and cold, carrying a clarity that made Lukas’s thoughts feel unusually focused. He stood on the balcony of the reinforced safehouse, hands clasped behind his back, eyes scanning the distant city skyline. From this height, Rotterdam seemed peaceful, indifferent to the chaos that had unfolded in its streets hours ago. Yet Lukas knew better. Peace was fragile, a veneer barely containing Berg’s reach.Elise joined him silently, her presence warm despite the chill. She leaned against the railing beside him, arms crossed, gaze sweeping over the horizon.“They’re regrouping,” Lukas said quietly, more to himself than to her. “She won’t let last night go unanswered.”Elise’s jaw tightened. “We need to anticipate, not react. That’s how she gets inside your head—by forcing you to chase shadows.”Lukas nodded, appreciating her insight. She always had a way of seeing through the chaos to the strategy beneath. “Exactly. And we’re not chasing. We’re controlling the board now.”
Chapter Two Hundred and Twelve
Lukas’s eyes narrowed as the screens flickered with movement. Shadows darted between buildings, too precise to be mere pedestrians, too coordinated to be random. Berg’s operatives were already in motion, testing the perimeters, probing for weaknesses. Lukas felt the familiar surge of tension—a mixture of anticipation and controlled anger—but he refused to let it rule him.“Elise, Margot, we’ve got company,” he said, pointing to the digital overlays of the surrounding streets. “They’re probing the north and east approaches. Likely scouts, mapping responses.”Elise leaned over, her eyes scanning the patterns of movement. “They’re trying to see where our reactions break. Any hesitation, and they’ll know the weak points.”Lukas nodded. “Then we give them hesitation—but it’s fake. Every sensor, every alarm, every response will be exactly where they expect—but never enough to succeed. We lure them into a controlled environment.”Margot tapped furiously at her console. “Drones are in positio
Chapter Two Hundred and Thirteen
The city outside was waking slowly, unaware of the invisible chess game being played within its streets. Lukas moved through the lab with precise, deliberate steps, his mind already several moves ahead. The genetic key sat in its reinforced chamber, humming softly as if aware of its own significance. Each second it remained safe was a victory, yet the danger was far from over.“Elise, status report on surveillance?” Lukas asked, keeping his voice calm despite the tension.Elise’s fingers flew across the tablet. “All perimeter feeds stable. Drones are repositioned to cover every blind spot. We’ve layered decoys that mimic exit points. Any movement outside these paths will trigger immediate alerts.”Margot leaned over her console, her eyes scanning encrypted communications. “I’m picking up chatter from Berg’s secondary cells. They’ve realized some of their operatives are missing. Panic is setting in—they’re trying to coordinate without alerting her directly.”Lukas’s jaw tightened. “Goo
Chapter Two Hundred and Fourteen
The lab was silent except for the soft hum of machinery and the occasional click of a secure door locking. Lukas moved between the containment units, his eyes scanning data streams that reflected the movements of Berg’s operatives in real time. Every detail mattered. Every fraction of a second counted. He was hyper-aware, every nerve tuned to the possibility of a sudden strike.Elise stood nearby, reviewing communications logs and cross-referencing them with Margot’s intelligence. Her fingers tapped rapidly on the tablet, every motion precise, every calculation deliberate. Lukas could see the tension coiled beneath her skin, the same controlled focus he carried. Together, they had reached a rhythm forged by months of conflict, danger, and unrelenting pressure.Margot leaned over her console, voice low but firm. “New signals detected. Three unknown operatives entering the sector, moving in a formation that’s designed to test our perimeter. They’re not scouts—they’re experienced, traine
Chapter Two Hundred and Fifteen
The morning light filtered weakly through the reinforced windows of the lab, casting long, pale shadows across the polished floor. Lukas moved deliberately, pacing between the containment units and the central console where the genetic key remained secured. Each step was measured, every motion precise; he felt the weight of the previous days settle in his shoulders but pushed it aside. The battle with Berg had not ended, and every second of complacency could cost them everything.Elise stood near the main console, reviewing surveillance footage and cross-referencing Margot’s latest intelligence feeds. Her brow was furrowed, concentration etched into every line of her face, but there was a quiet resolve that Lukas had come to recognize over the years. She was no longer just a partner in strategy; she had become a steadying force, a counterbalance to the urgency he carried in his veins.Margot’s fingers danced over the tablet in front of her, projecting a holographic map that hovered in
Chapter Two Hundred and Sixteen
The room felt different after Berg was secured.Not quieter. Not calmer. Just… heavier.Lukas stood at the center of the main operations floor, hands resting on the back of a chair he hadn’t realized he’d pulled out. Around him, systems continued to run, lights blinking in steady rhythms, data streams flowing like nothing monumental had just happened. That normalcy unsettled him more than chaos ever did.Containment was supposed to feel like victory.Instead, it felt like the pause between breaths before something broke.“Status,” he said, his voice cutting cleanly through the low hum of activity.Margot looked up from her console. Dark circles had formed beneath her eyes, the kind that came from adrenaline wearing off too fast. “Primary networks are collapsing faster than expected. Financial shells are frozen. Three proxy boards resigned within the hour once the legal notices landed.”“And the rest?”She hesitated just a fraction of a second. Lukas noticed.“They’re quiet,” Margot sa
Chapter Two Hundred and Seventeen
The first thing Lukas noticed was the silence.Not the good kind. Not the earned calm that followed a battle won. This silence was taut, stretched thin across the operations floor like wire pulled too tight. Every screen glowed. Every system breathed. But no alarms sounded, and that absence felt deliberate.He stood where Margot had left him, eyes fixed on the cascading code she’d flagged before stepping away. The contingency wasn’t loud. It wasn’t aggressive. It was elegant in the way only something designed by a patient mind could be.Berg had built decay.“Show me the trigger path again,” Lukas said.Margot reappeared at his side, shoulders hunched forward as if bracing against something unseen. With a few precise gestures, she isolated the sequence. The display shifted, lines thinning, nodes dimming until only a narrow thread remained.“It activates through advisory overlap,” she explained. “No single action looks suspicious. Each step is defensible on its own. But together, they
Chapter Two Hundred and Eighteen
The morning after the dismantling felt unreal in its ordinariness.Lukas stood at the edge of the conference floor, watching people move with a confidence that hadn’t been there days ago. Conversations were direct now. Decisions were made without layers of hedging language. The quiet corrosion Berg had relied on was gone, and in its absence, something sturdier was taking shape.It unsettled him more than he expected.Power was easiest to fight when it was loud. This was different. This was responsibility settling in.Elise joined him, a tablet tucked under her arm, her expression focused but lighter than it had been in weeks. “Independent confirmations are coming in faster than projected. Some of them are volunteering additional disclosures.”“That’s the aftershock,” Lukas said. “Once people realize delay isn’t rewarded anymore, they rush to be on the right side of momentum.”She studied him. “You don’t sound relieved.”“I’m cautious,” he replied. “Vacuum never stays empty.”Margot’s v
Chapter Two Hundred and Nineteen
Lukas slept for less than three hours, and when he woke, it wasn’t to an alarm but to the familiar sense that something had shifted while he wasn’t looking.The city beyond the windows was already alive, pale morning light spreading across glass and steel. For a long moment, he stayed still, listening to the rhythm of the building, the distant hum of systems coming online. It reminded him uncomfortably of how things used to feel before Berg’s influence had been obvious—quiet, efficient, deceptively calm.He swung his legs off the bed and dressed without ceremony. There was no time for indulgence today. Momentum had its own appetite.By the time he reached the main operations floor, teams were already assembled in clusters, voices low but purposeful. No panic. No scrambling. That alone told him how much had changed. Fear had been replaced by something closer to discipline.Margot noticed him immediately and peeled away from a discussion near the central console. “You’re early.”“I didn
Chapter Two Hundred and Twenty
The first consequence arrived quietly.Lukas noticed it not through alerts or urgent messages, but through absence. No calls asking for concessions. No late-night intermediaries offering compromise dressed as cooperation. For nearly forty-eight hours after the framework announcement, the channels that had once been crowded went unnervingly still.That silence told him more than outrage ever could.He stood in the strategy room with his jacket draped over the back of a chair, sleeves rolled up, reviewing a live feed of implementation metrics. Regions were responding faster than projected. Compliance audits were activating without friction. Systems that had been resisted for years were suddenly being adopted with minimal protest.Too smooth.Margot leaned over the table, fingers braced against the glass. “They’re not pushing back because they’re recalculating,” she said. “They’re deciding where to hit instead.”Elise sat across from them, posture composed, eyes sharp. “If they can’t slo