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Chapter 522: A Mole Within The CIA!
The drive to CIA headquarters was long, giving Whitaker too much time to think. About Samantha's recovery. About the Harts' bond. About the looming threat of Don Lewis and the Phoenix. About Copper's warning that Peniel's betrayal might not be isolated.He parked in his designated spot and made his way through security, nodding to familiar faces. But something felt off. The glances from passing agents were too quick, too careful. The whispers stopped when he approached.By the time he reached his office, he knew something was wrong."Director Whitaker."The voice came from behind him. He turned to find Deputy Director Margaret Chen standing in his doorway, her expression cold and professional. She was a sharp woman, early fifties, with the kind of eyes that missed nothing and the kind of smile that never reached them."Deputy Director Chen." Whitaker kept his voice neutral. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"Chen stepped into his office, closing the door behind her. "We need to talk ab
Chapter 521: That Won't Change, Miles!
The evening unfolded like a gentle dream.After the cinnamon rolls were devoured and the kitchen cleaned, everyone drifted into the main room of the cottage. Andrew found an old guitar in the corner and, after some prodding, played a few chords—badly, according to Hailey, who then took it from him and played beautifully. "Where did you learn to play like that?" Andrew asked, genuine awe in his voice.Hailey shrugged, a modest smile playing on her lips. "Music lessons as a kid. Self-taught, mostly."Andrew shook his head slowly, then a mischievous grin spread across his face. "You know, I have to give you your flowers."Hailey raised an eyebrow, still playing. "My flowers?""Yeah." Andrew leaned back, crossing his arms with exaggerated smugness. "Here I was, heroically attempting to entertain everyone with my terrible guitar skills, and you just casually sit there and show me up like it's nothing."Hailey laughed, the sound bright and genuine, mingling with the last notes of her song.
Chapter 520: Tell Them The Truth!
The kitchen door creaked open again, and Sophia stepped inside, her eyes still slightly red from her earlier tears but her face peaceful. Jackson followed close behind, his hand briefly touching her shoulder in a gesture of quiet support."Something smells amazing," Sophia said, her voice soft but warm.Hailey beamed. "Cinnamon rolls. Fresh out of the oven." She pulled the baking sheet from the oven, the golden-brown rolls glistening with icing. "Grab a plate."Celestine appeared in the doorway moments later, drawn by the aroma and the laughter. She still looked tired, but there was a lightness in her movements that hadn't been there before. "Did someone say cinnamon rolls?"Within minutes, the small kitchen was crowded with Harts and their loved ones, all reaching for rolls, passing plates, and filling the space with easy laughter. James told a terrible joke that made Nancy groan. Andrew stole a bite of Hailey's roll and got his hand slapped. Jacqueline discovered she had a competit
Chapter 519: Kitchen Pettiness!
All three of them turned to find James standing in the kitchen doorway, his hair still tousled from sleep, his eyes blinking in the bright light. He looked from Nancy to Andrew to Hailey with the confused expression of someone who had woken up in the middle of a conversation.Nancy's face lit up. "James! Perfect timing." She crossed to him and pressed a kiss to his cheek, leaving a faint smear of flour. "We're making snacks. Your favorite."James blinked again, then sniffed the air. Recognition dawned on his face. "Are those—are you making cinnamon rolls?""Among other things." Nancy beamed, pulling him into the kitchen. "Sit. You look like you need sugar."Andrew snorted. "He always looks like he needs sugar. It's his default state."James ignored him, sliding onto a stool at the small kitchen island. "I'm not going to argue with that assessment. What did I miss?"Hailey slid the baking sheet into the small oven and turned to face them, wiping her hands on a towel. "Not much. Evans
Chapter 518: I Just Heard My Name!
Evans opened his mouth to respond, but Lorraine held up a hand."I need some space. I need to think." She turned and walked toward the trees at the edge of the clearing, her steps quick and determined.Evans stood frozen on the porch, his heart pounding, his mind racing. He hadn't meant to hurt her. He hadn't even realized what he was doing. But Lorraine's words echoed in his mind, and he couldn't escape the truth in them.He had been so focused on saving Samantha that he had forgotten to reassure the woman who stood beside him every day.He looked toward the trees, where Lorraine had disappeared, then back at the cottage, where Samantha slept peacefully, unaware of the turmoil she had caused.Two women. Two loves. One impossible choice.He didn't know what to do. He didn't know how to fix this.But he knew one thing for certain: he couldn't lose Lorraine. Not now. Not ever.Evans took a step toward the trees, then stopped. His legs felt heavy, his mind clouded with uncertainty. What
Chapter 517: Women Can Be Dramatic!
"You're looking better," Peniel observed as he walked into Joanne's room that morning, a routine that had become a disturbance to Joanne.Joanne ignored the pleasantry. "How much longer am I going to be here? I need to meet Jackson. I need to tell him everything I know about the facility, about my father, about Don Lewis's plans. Every hour we waste—"Peniel held up a hand, stopping her. "You're not going anywhere."Joanne stared at him, confusion flickering across her face. "What do you mean? I have information they need. I can help them stop—""You can help us." Peniel's voice was calm, almost conversational. "But not by running off to join the Harts. You'll be staying here. With me."Joanne's blood ran cold. She tried to read his expression, but his face revealed nothing. "I don't understand."Peniel leaned back in his chair, studying her like a chess player contemplating his next move. "Your father and I have a long history, Joanne. A score that has gone unsettled for many years.
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