Chapter 73
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The main entrance of the Walton mansion had become a strategic zone to stop Jack. It was like a war zone where every necessary move was planned in case of a possible attack.

The area was guarded by Theo’s head of security, and they had specific orders to report any type of anomaly during their watch.

The head of security and another escort were responsible for maintaining order at the surveillance posts. This way, they reduced the possibility of an attack.

"All internal posts are in order. I’ll start checking the external posts around the mansion," said one of the escorts while handling a military radio.

"Very well," said Theo’s head of security, standing behind his colleague.

"East post, report your status," said the escort through the radio.

"All clear," responded the east post through static noise.

"South post, report your status."

"All clear," responded the south post.

"North post, report your status."

However, there was no response from the north post.

"North post, respond," the
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