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Chapter 157
Author: Gem Lynne
last update2025-09-02 22:37:15

Nathan’s villa was quiet, but tension wrapped around the air like smoke inside his study.

The soft hum of his high-tech security system filled the silence, interrupted only by the rhythmic clicking of Amelia’s fingers against the keyboard. The desk lamp above her cast a pale golden glow, highlighting the sharp curve of her jaw and the steely focus in her eyes.

Nathan paced restlessly, his hands shoved into his pockets, occasionally pausing to glance at her. Her earlier words kept replaying in his head:

“I’ll need access to the network towers nearby… and if the kidnappers slipped up even once, left a ping or a ghost signal, I’ll catch it.”

He wanted to believe her. God, he wanted to. But part of him was prepared for disappointment, too. He had been pacing for over fifteen minutes, waiting, listening to the soft clicks, watching the shifting green and blue signals on the screen, when Amelia’s voice suddenly pierced the silence.

“Gotcha!” she exclaimed, her eyes lighting up like firewor
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