All Chapters of The Disgraced Husband Is the Septamillionaire Heir: Chapter 191
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CHAPTER 136
Marcus shifted his weight, choosing his words carefully. "Sir, since Caden has escaped, he'll definitely know something was off about that location. He'll investigate. Try to trace who set the trap. That could complicate our operations significantly if he gets too close to identifying us.""I'm aware," Lorenzo snapped, then took a breath and forced calm back into his voice. "I'm very aware of all the ways this situation has deteriorated."He walked to his chair and sank into it, his posture suggesting exhaustion rather than relaxation."Listen carefully, Marcus, and make sure every man in this room understands what I'm about to say."Lorenzo's gaze swept across the assembled guards, making eye contact with each one in turn."No one mentions this to anyone outside this room. No one discusses the failed operation. No one breathes a word about Caden Pierce surviving. And most importantly, no one tells my father what happened here today. Do you all understand?"The guards nodded in unison
CHAPTER 137
Inside the BunkerThe concrete shelter that had saved their lives now felt like a tomb. The air was thick and hot, still radiating the residual heat from the explosion despite the bunker's insulation. Sweat poured down both men's faces, mixing with dust and debris to create grimy streaks across their skin.Caden pushed himself up carefully, his body aching from the dive into the bunker and the impacts from debris. His ears still rang from the explosion, a high pitched whine that made it difficult to hear anything clearly.Beside him, Sebastian groaned and slowly sat up, cradling his already injured arm against his chest."We made it," Sebastian said, his voice hoarse and disbelieving. "We actually made it.""Barely," Caden replied, doing a quick assessment of his own condition. Minor cuts and bruises, some burns on his exposed skin from the heat, but nothing serious. Nothing that would prevent him from moving.Sebastian wasn't so lucky. In addition to his earlier wound and twisted ank
CHAPTER 138
The industrial landscape gradually transformed as Caden and Sebastian made their way deeper into the complex.The concrete warehouses and paved service roads gave way to overgrown lots where nature had begun reclaiming abandoned territory.Thick bushes pushed through cracks in ancient asphalt, wild grass grew waist high in empty spaces between buildings, and tangled vegetation obscured what had once been clear pathways.The sounds of the city faded behind them. The distant sirens grew quieter with each labored step. The usual industrial noises, the hum of machinery and rumble of trucks, disappeared entirely. Even the seagulls that typically circled this area seemed to have abandoned this particular section.The quiet was wrong. Unnatural. The kind of silence that made survival instincts scream warnings.Caden's body tensed, his senses sharpening despite exhaustion and pain. His eyes swept their surroundings with renewed focus, cataloging details that didn't quite fit: footprints in th
CHAPTER 139
The ninja operatives didn't waste time with threats or dramatic speeches. They simply attacked.The first operative came at Caden from the left, a short sword swinging in a vertical arc aimed at his shoulder.Caden sidestepped with minimal movement, his hand shooting out to redirect the blade's momentum while simultaneously striking the attacker's wrist with precise force.The sword clattered to the ground. The operative grunted in pain but immediately followed up with a knife strike from his other hand.Caden caught the wrist, twisted hard, and used the man's own momentum to throw him into two more approaching attackers. All three went down in a tangle of limbs.But there were six more still coming.Two attacked simultaneously from opposite sides, attempting to overwhelm Caden with coordinated strikes. One aimed high with a baton, the other low with a knife.Caden dropped into a low crouch that let the baton swing harmlessly over his head while he simultaneously kicked out at the kni
CHAPTER 139
The ninja operatives didn't waste time with threats or dramatic speeches. They simply attacked.The first operative came at Caden from the left, a short sword swinging in a vertical arc aimed at his shoulder.Caden sidestepped with minimal movement, his hand shooting out to redirect the blade's momentum while simultaneously striking the attacker's wrist with precise force.The sword clattered to the ground. The operative grunted in pain but immediately followed up with a knife strike from his other hand.Caden caught the wrist, twisted hard, and used the man's own momentum to throw him into two more approaching attackers. All three went down in a tangle of limbs.But there were six more still coming.Two attacked simultaneously from opposite sides, attempting to overwhelm Caden with coordinated strikes. One aimed high with a baton, the other low with a knife.Caden dropped into a low crouch that let the baton swing harmlessly over his head while he simultaneously kicked out at the kni
CHAPTER 140
Caden didn't respond. Instead, he moved quickly among the fallen operatives, checking each one to ensure they wouldn't be getting back up anytime soon. He found what he was looking for on the third body he checked: communication equipment and what looked like mission orders in a sealed envelope.But it was the uniforms that captured Caden's attention. These weren't just tactical gear. They were specifically designed to allow wearers to blend into certain environments, to pass as members of a particular organization.An idea formed in Caden's mind. Risky. Audacious. Probably insane given their current condition.But possibly their best chance at surviving the day and uncovering who was orchestrating these attacks.Caden began stripping the uniform off the operative closest to his size, working quickly and efficiently despite Sebastian's shocked exclamation."What are you doing?" Sebastian asked, genuine disbelief in his voice."Getting us out of here," Caden replied, pulling the black
CHAPTER 141
The dead men's weapons were crude but functional. Carden stripped two combat knives from the nearest body and tossed one to Sebastian, who caught it with his good hand. His left arm hung at an angle that made Carden's jaw tighten every time he looked at it."You're bleeding through the fabric," Carden said without turning around.Sebastian glanced down at the dark stain spreading across his sleeve. "It's nothing.""It's not nothing. You've got maybe two hours before that arm locks up completely."Sebastian said nothing to that because they both knew it was true.Among the scattered gear, Carden found what mattered most. A GPS tracker, military grade, its screen casting a faint green glow across his fingers. He studied the coordinates, cross referencing them with the terrain they'd covered since the explosion. A single blinking dot pulsed roughly a mile northwest, buried somewhere beneath the tree line."That's where they came from," Carden said quietly.Sebastian leaned over his shoul
CHAPTER 142
Sebastian's throat went dry. Behind the mask, his eyes darted sideways toward Carden, searching for something, anything that could get him out of this. The crooked toothed man's fingers were still clamped around the back of his neck like a vice, and the fluorescent lights above them buzzed with the kind of hum that crawled under your skin."I said," the man repeated, leaning closer, "forgetting something?"Sebastian opened his mouth. Nothing came out. His brain was scrambling through a thousand possible answers, discarding each one before it fully formed. He had no idea what this checkpoint protocol looked like, what words to say, what gesture to make. He'd been underground for less than five minutes and the whole operation was already crumbling in his hands.Carden felt it. The slight tremor running through Sebastian's posture, the way his weight shifted backward instead of holding firm. He nudged Sebastian's boot with his own. Steady. Stay in it.The crooked toothed man pulled back
CHAPTER 143
Sebastian's stomach dropped the moment the words left the crooked toothed man's mouth. A promise. An agreement. Something the dead man had sworn before heading to the surface, and now that dead man's ghost was sitting right on Sebastian's shoulders, demanding he honor a deal he knew nothing about.He opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again.From the cluster of men leaning against the corridor wall, someone let out a loud, ugly snort. A tall man with a shaved head and a scar running from his lip to his chin pushed off the wall and folded his arms."Some friend you are," the shaved man said, his voice dripping. "Can't even remember a promise you made six hours ago. What kind of dog forgets his own word that fast?"Sebastian's fists tightened at his sides. The insult burned more than it should have, not because it was aimed at him but because one wrong response could unravel everything."Maybe the hit knocked the loyalty out of him too," another man added from somewhere behind. A fe