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    That was their best shot at getting out unnoticed. Any slip-up now would put Vincent in grave danger.


    From a distance, figures emerged—the King, along with T, whose face was obscured by a ck fanged mask.


    Vincent’s team pressed themselves into the bushes, barely breathing. Even as mosquitoes bit at their skin, not a single one of them moved. One wrong twitch, and they’d be caught.


    Vincent remained still, waiting. As soon as the group passed, he exchanged nces with his team and signaled them to move.


    They slipped away in the opposite direction, but Vincent couldn’t help ncing back. The King and his men were heading straight for the building where the woman had been held.


    That meant only one thing. She wasn’t just important—she was vital. There were countless valuables inside the pce, yet this woman was their priority. But why? Who was she?


    Vincent was confused, but urgency overrode his questions. He quickly headed in the direction his subordinates had taken.


    Thanks to Samuel and his team of hackers, all surveince systems throughout the pce remained disabled even after Vincent made his exit.


    The moment Vincent departed, the King and T arrived at the small building, their blood running cold at the sight of dead soldiers sprawled across the ground. Their hearts skipped a beat. Faces darkening, they rushed inside.


    “Check if the person is still there!” the King barked.


    The King’s face turned ashen. He had never anticipated anyone woulde for this woman tonight.


    As the two men recalled the woman’s true identity, a sense of dread washed over them. Their chests tightened, making it difficult to breathe. It felt as though invisible hands had seized their throats.


    They desperately wondered who could be behind this. Why take this woman now, after so many years of silence? Everyone who knew about that incident had been eliminated. Could someone have escaped their purge?


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    While the King and T stood frozen in grim silence, Ryanna burst in from outside, curiosity lighting her eyes. “Why would anyone bother taking a madwoman? What would make them expend so much effort? Who is this woman, really?”


    Ryanna had been aware of the madwoman’s existence, yet the woman’s true identity remained shrouded in mystery.


    The words had barely left her lips when Ryanna noticed the dark shadow that had fallen across her father’s face and that of the man beside him. A frown creased her brow. Could this deranged woman somehow hold importance to her father?


    Surely not. That figure was nothing but a madwoman. With his exalted position, her father couldmand the attention of any beauty in the world. The notion that he might harbor interest in a madwoman seemed absurd.


    Doubt flickered across her mind as she studied the King’s tense expression. Could it really be?


    Dismissing Ryanna’s questions entirely, the King whirled toward his men and snapped, “Secure every exit and intercept the intruders immediately! They must not leave. Once you locate them, kill them without hesitation!”


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