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Chapter One Hundred and Seventy-Five – Shadows on the Dock
Author: Blessing Natasha
last update2025-11-14 00:08:12

The metallic door had barely clicked shut behind them when the echo of Bishop’s footsteps faded into distant silence. Lana pressed the drive closer to her chest, her fingers trembling—not from fear, but from the gravity of the files she carried. Every fragment of Mara Rey’s history, every line of Thompson Biomedical’s hidden operations, now rested in her hands. The truth was heavier than she expected.

Grey leaned against the wall, breathing steadily, though his eyes betrayed his concern. “We need a plan,” he said quietly. “Bishop knows where we are now. He’ll circle back.”

Lana swallowed, trying to organize her thoughts. “We can’t just run. Not anymore. Every place we’ve gone… every step we’ve taken, someone’s been watching. Someone still is.”

A low hum from the ventilation system filled the pause. The tunnel smelled of rust and stagnant water. Shadows pooled in the corners, thick and dark, like the secrets they’d been chasing.

Grey’s jaw tightened. “We lure him. Don’t give him what h
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