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    At once, Pattie stomped on the brake. The tires shrieked against the pavement, carving dark tracks into the road. Her sleek sports car jerked violently, almost spinning to a stop in the middle of thene.


    The jolt pitched her forward so hard that she nearly struck the steering wheel.


    Fortunately, the road was nearly empty, with only a few scattered vehicles in sight.


    Once she steadied herself, Pattie forced the question out. “Right now? Maia, tell me the truth. Did you uncover something? Who’s after Rnd? Is it a team of hired killers?”


    “There’s no room for further exnations. You have to believe me! Go to Rnd this instant. If you dy, it may already be toote.”


    Maia’s reply was sharp, herposure masking a thread of desperation. She lowered her voice slightly before adding, “I’m meeting someone who has the power to intervene, but I need more time.”


    The words made Pattie’s chest tighten.


    To her, Maia had always been steady and controlled. Hearing true urgency in Maia’s voice left Pattie unsettled, and the danger felt heavier than ever.


    “Okay! I’ll take care of it. Rnd’s safety is in my hands,” Pattie said. Then, with a hesitant breath, she added, “Whatever it is you’re nning, just… promise me you’ll be careful.”


    “Of course I will. Don’t worry,” Maia replied.


    When the call ended, Pattie acted without hesitation. The engine thundered as she pressed down on the elerator, the sound reverberating across the street.


    The elerator mmed beneath her foot as Pattie yanked the handbrake and twisted the steering wheel hard. Her car slid into a perfect drift, straightened out, and surged forward in Rnd’s direction.


    With one hand steady on the wheel, Pattie used the other to punch in her security chief’s number.


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    “Listen carefully. This is an emergency,” she said, her voice tight with tension. “Mobilize every man you have and head to Wront Central Court. Rnd Cullen must be protected at all costs.”


    “Understood, ma’am!” came the firm response without hesitation.


    The chief immediately spun to face his unit, barking outmands. “All teams, move out now! Emergency assignment — shield Mr. Rnd Cullen!”


    His fist cut the air as he added, “Check your weapons and be ready for resistance. This will not be an easy fight, and I won’t allow Bluedon Safeguards to lose face.”


    “Yes, sir!” the operatives answered as one, springing into action and gearing up with practiced precision.


    By this time, Maia had reached the gates of Wront Prison. Before her, the gates towered like an ominous stronghold, chilling and unweing.


    Confronting the ce that had held her captive for four long years, Maia didn’t have too many feelings—only the urge to walk faster.


    Her mind was fixed on Zoey. Every heartbeat warned her that even a moment’s dy could cost too much.


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