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That unified shout and the intensity behind it left Carsen standing frozen where he was.
In that instant, a name surfaced clearly in his mind — one he had only ever encountered in headlines and military briefings. The legendary figure known as “The War God.”
General Dominic Watson.
Dominic Watson. Maia Watson. They shared the samest name.
Shock held Carsen still as he stared at the elderly man before him. That meant Maia was the granddaughter of General Dominic Watson — not merely some adopted daughter of a wealthy family, but someone who genuinely came from a powerful and deeply respected bloodline.
Outside the hospital, night hadpletely swallowed the streets.
A ck SUV shot out of the hospital gates at full speed. Behind the wheel sat Maia, weaving through traffic with practiced ease, a Bluetooth headset secured in her ear.
“Boss! The online tide is already shifting!” The excited voice of Pris’ chief hacker rang through the headset. “The bacsh against Cooper Group is exploding everywhere. The buzz is insane right now. Next, I’ll drop everything I uncovered on them — proof of tax evasion,mercial bribery. They will not recover from this.”
No satisfaction crossed Maia’s face. Her tone stayed level, edged with impatience. “Put that on hold for now. Pull up every piece of surveince footage from the hospital immediately. I need to know who took Chris and where they went. Track the license te of any vehicle involved and give me live updates.”
A brief pause followed on the other end of the line.
From Maia’s tone alone, the chief hacker could tell she was not in a good mood — and that something serious had gone wrong. He realized at once that he had misjudged what mattered most.
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“Got it.” He dropped the excitement immediately, his hands moving rapidly across the keyboard. “I’m breaking into the hospital surveince system right now and running facial recognition to find Chris. I’ll need a few minutes.”
Rather than ending the call, Maia kept the line open. She slotted her phone into the holder beside the steering wheel, its screen disying the live map of Wront. As she drove toward the main road, she continued issuing instructions to her subordinate, her focused eyes sweeping over every vehicle she passed.
She was searching for any car that could have taken Chris.
What she failed to notice was that the moment her car cleared the hospital gates, two unmarked ck SUVs quietly emerged from the darkness — following close behind her, like shadows that refused to let go.
Far inside South Lake Park, the rain had only just let up, leaving the forest soaked and biting cold.
Beneath the dense cover of branches, Kiley finally released a long, shaky breath.
Moments earlier, when powerful shlight beams swept over her hiding ce, she had been certain it was the end. Panic had sent her heart pounding so hard that breathing felt impossible. In her mind, she had already resigned herself to being torn apart by gunfire.
By sheer luck, at the most dangerous moment, the covert operative’s phone suddenly buzzed. The vibration made him pause, abandon his search of the tree, and turn away to answer the call. After only a few seconds, his expression shifted — clearly shaped by an urgent order.
Lowering his voice, he spoke quickly to the subordinates beside him. “Keep searching. At the same time, send a team to seal off every entrance and exit of the park. The boss has given the order — anyone who knows the secret must be eliminated. We cannot afford to take risks.”
With that, the covert operative vanished into the darkness, moving swiftly toward the park’s exit.
Hidden beneathyers of wet leaves, Kiley heard every word clearly. A wave of cold fear swept through her, chilling her so deeply it felt as though it had reached her bones.
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