In this gripping tale, our fierce protagonist, named 𝐊𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐘𝐧, finds herself stripped of everything after a devastating divorce. Determined to seek justice for herself and her family, she hits rock bottom, struggling to even put food on t...
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Taehyung’s group set out for the base shortly after, moving with swift precision and silent urgency. Every second mattered now. Philip had already dispatched a highly trained special unit ahead of time—elite operatives handpicked for this operation and placed directly under Taehyung’s command. They were disciplined, lethal, and fully aware that failure was not an option.
The mission had one clear, uncompromising objective: rescue Kelly.
But extracting her without alerting a single soul was far more difficult than it sounded. The IV Syndicate’s base was heavily fortified, layered with surveillance, patrol rotations, and internal checkpoints designed to detect even the smallest anomaly. One wrong move—one misplaced step—and the entire operation could collapse into chaos.
Because of that, the team spent the journey strategizing relentlessly. Maps were projected, routes debated, contingencies prepared. Every possible scenario was dissected and countered before it could become a threat.
Yn sat slightly apart, her focus divided between listening and preparing. She had brought specialized computer equipment with her—portable servers, encrypted terminals, and signal interceptors packed neatly into reinforced cases. Without them, she would have been powerless inside enemy territory. With them, she was their greatest advantage.
Those machines were her weapons. And once they reached the base, she intended to use every last one of them.
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As Taehyung’s team sped toward the base, events were unfolding just as rapidly on the other side of the city. Philip stood inside the imposing halls of authority, submitting his candidacy form at last. By tomorrow, he would officially enter the election—a move that would shake the political landscape and set irreversible events into motion.
Aliyah watched him closely, a satisfied smile curving her lips. She was pleased—far too pleased—to see him finally bend. “Philip, you should have done this a long time ago,” she said smoothly, her tone carrying false warmth. “But better late than never. Trust me—you won’t regret this decision.”
Philip didn’t return her smile. His face remained unreadable, his eyes cold and distant as he turned toward her. “Remember what you promised me,” he said flatly, his voice devoid of emotion. “If you touch Kelly, I cannot promise what will happen.”
The threat was quiet—but lethal.
Without waiting for a response, he turned and walked away. He had no desire to look at this woman a second longer than necessary. Every moment in her presence felt like contamination.
Aliyah’s lips slowly curled into a smirk as she watched his retreating back. Of course she wouldn’t let Kelly go so easily. That woman had taken her Philip—his loyalty, his surname, his attention, his heart. And sins like that demanded payment. Kelly would pay. Slowly. Thoroughly.
