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Chapter One Hundred and Seventy Seven
Author: Edethabor
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Kaelen

The military facility was absolutely buzzing. If you had walked in there ten hours ago, you would have thought you stepped into a hornets' nest that someone had just poked with a very large stick. People were running everywhere with clipboards, tablets, and cables. The air felt heavy with the smell of floor wax and that weird, metallic scent you only get around high-end electronics. This was it. After days of testing, failing, recalibrating, and swearing, they were finally at the finish
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  • Chapter One Hundred And seventy Nine

    DarrenThe silence in the office was so thick you could practically cut it with a knife. Darren stood there, his shadow stretching across the floor like a dark stain, staring down at Mirella. He felt a vein throbbing in his temple. What the hell was this little brat doing in here? This was the one room in the entire house that was supposed to be off-limits to everyone, especially a kid who looked like she could barely keep her eyes open half the time.A sharp glint flashed past his eyes when he noticed the device in her hands. It wasn't just a toy; she was clutching it like it was a lifeline. His anger grew, his eyebrows knitting together into a deep scowl. He knew that look. It wasn't the look of a confused child. It was the look of someone who had been caught red-handed. She had been snooping. She was checking things she wasn't supposed to be checking, and that realization made his blood boil."Well?" Darren prompted, his voice echoing off the walls. "I am waiting for an explanatio

  • Chapter One hundred and Seventy Eight

    MirellaMirella sat in her wheelchair by the window of the guest room, staring out at the garden. It had been three days since she arrived at Riley’s house, and honestly, she deserved an award for her acting. To everyone else, she was just the poor, sick little girl who spent most of her time napping or staring blankly at the wall. She kept her voice low, her movements slow, and her eyes watery whenever Riley or the maids came in to check on her."Are you feeling okay, sweetie?" Riley had asked her earlier that morning, pressing a hand to her forehead. "You look a bit pale today.""I am just tired, Mommy," Mirella had whispered, giving her the most pathetic, fragile look she could muster. "My legs hurt a little bit more today.""Oh, you poor thing. Just stay in bed and rest. I’ll have the cook bring up some soup later," Riley said, her voice full of that fake sympathy that Mirella had learned to spot from a mile away.As soon as the door clicked shut and the footsteps faded down the h

  • Chapter One Hundred and Seventy Seven

    KaelenThe military facility was absolutely buzzing. If you had walked in there ten hours ago, you would have thought you stepped into a hornets' nest that someone had just poked with a very large stick. People were running everywhere with clipboards, tablets, and cables. The air felt heavy with the smell of floor wax and that weird, metallic scent you only get around high-end electronics. This was it. After days of testing, failing, recalibrating, and swearing, they were finally at the finish line. This was the big one.Kaelen stood by the massive glass viewing wall that separated the observation deck from the actual testing chamber. His reflection looked tired, but his eyes were sharp. Next to him, the lead investor was practically vibrating out of his expensive Italian shoes. The man was grinning so wide it looked like his face might actually snap."Can you feel that, Kaelen?" the investor asked, leaning in way too close. "The energy in this room is insane. We are standing on the e

  • Chapter One Hundred And Seventy Six

    DarrenThe tail lights of Firman’s car faded into the distance, leaving the alleyway in a heavy, suffocating silence. Darren didn't move. He stood there clutching the manila envelope so hard his knuckles were turning white. He could still smell the cheap cigarette smoke Firman always left behind, a scent that seemed to cling to the very air like a bad omen."Do you actually believe a word written in those papers?"The voice came from the darkness behind a stack of rusted shipping containers. Darren didn't flinch, though his heart did a nervous little skip in his chest. He knew that voice. It was cold, mechanical, and stripped of any human warmth."I am not sure yet," Darren admitted, his voice sounding thinner than he wanted it to. "But look at this. The location data, the travel logs... it is all too specific to be a complete lie. It looks suspicious as hell."The figure stepped forward, though he stayed just far enough in the shadows that his face remained a blurred smudge of darkne

  • Chapter One Hundred and Seventy Six

    The restaurant was one of those high-end spots where the lighting was dim enough to hide a murder and the jazz playing in the background was just loud enough to drown out a conspiracy. Darren sat in a corner booth, his designer suit perfectly pressed, keeping his dark shades on even though he was indoors. He looked like the definition of a man who had too much money and not enough patience. A young waiter approached the table, clutching her notepad a little too tightly. She looked at Darren and clearly saw a meal ticket, or at least a very good tip. "Good afternoon, sir. Would you like to make an order right now, or are you waiting for someone?"Darren looked up at her, a slow, predatory smirk spreading across his face. He leaned back, letting his gaze linger a second too long in a way that made his intentions crystal clear. "I think I'll wait a bit, sweetheart. But if I get hungry, I’ll be sure to let you know first. You look like you give great recomme

  • Chapter One Hundred and Seventy Five

    Eventually, when she dropped the phone onto the bedspread, the excitement had faded from her face, replaced by a look so serious it seemed to age her ten years. Mirella sat there in the silence of the room that no longer felt like hers, staring at the closed door. Her heart was still thumping, not from fear this time, but from the sheer weight of the responsibility Aurora had just placed on her small shoulders."A secret agent," she whispered to the empty room, her voice barely a breath. "I have a huge mission."She repeated the words like a mantra. Remembering Aurora’s specific instructions, she made a conscious effort to move. It was a struggle; her muscles felt like they were made of heavy clay, and every movement required a burst of willpower. She gripped the edge of the mattress, gritting her teeth as she slid back into the seat of her wheelchair. The metal felt cold against her legs, but she didn't care. She had work to do.She wheeled hers

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