Chapter 1032
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“Stay close to me, and don’t speak,” Juniper instructed, adjusting a stray piece of hair on Shanley’s head while going over the rules.
“Understood.”
“Sigma Network and Subterra Vanguard teamed up to create this new micro- camera. It looks exactly like a strand of hair and can bypass any security scanner.” Juniper carefully wove the specialized wire into his hair, securing it in place. “I want to see exactly what Sanctum Holdings is hiding.”
“You’re putting a lot of effort into taking them down,” Shanley noted, his dark eyes unreadable.
“They tried to kill you,” Juniper stated, her gaze lifting to meet his, a cold, protective fury flashing in her eyes. “Anyone who touches what’s mine pays the price.”
*What’s hers.*
Shanley’s lips twitched upward. He loved the sound of that. Though, ‘my husband’ would have sounded even better.
“Why didn’t you just let the real Luella come with you?” he asked, still curious.
“She’s too clumsy. If she tried to record them, she’d get caught in five seconds.”
“Is that so?”
Hearing Luella get insulted instantly improved Shanley’s mood.
Somewhere else, Luella sneezed violently.
…
Just like last time, Sanctum Holdings charted a private flight out of Eclara City. The moment they stepped off the plane, they were ushered into a vehicle with blacked- out windows.
“Apologies, but you’ll need to wear these…” A heavily armed guard stepped forward with black hoods.
Before he could even touch Juniper, ‘Luella’ snatched the hoods out of his hands and leveled him with a death glare.
The guard took a step back, completely bewildered. The last time Mr. Langley was here, he wasn’t nearly this aggressive or terrifying.
Shanley gently pulled the hood over Juniper’s head before putting his own on.
The journey was rough. It started with a long, bumpy car ride, transitioned to a choppy boat trip and ended with more driving Deprived of sight, they had to rely entirely on sound and smell.
Finally, the vehicle crawled to a halt.
When the doors opened, Juniper was hit by that familiar, nauseating scent of clinical antiseptics. The wind howled around them, echoing in a way that suggested a massive,
hollow space likely massive,
a canyon or a deep valley.
Building a high-tech fortress inside a canyon? Only a psychopath would go to such extremes.
“Please step out.”
They were led into a main hall before the hoods were yanked off. The sudden, blinding lights made them squint.
“Dr. Nocturne. A pleasure to see you again.” The elderly steward emerged from behind a pillar, his posture submissive but his eyes sharp.
“Where’s your boss?” Juniper asked coldly, not wasting any time.
“The boss is currently tied up with urgent matters and couldn’t be here to greet you,”
the steward smiled warmly. “Right this way. The patient is waiting.”
Juniper didn’t say a word. She shot a subtle glance at Shanley.
He stood silently behind her, gripping the medical kit. The micro-camera hidden in
his hair was already recording everything in high definition.
They were led to an elevator that took them deep underground. After walking down a corridor that stretched for hundreds of feet, they stopped outside Silas Blackwood’s room.
Along the way, faint, muffled screams echoed through the concrete walls— agonizing, blood-curdling sounds of pure torture.
“I don’t like an audience when I work,” Juniper said, her tone icy.
“Of course.” The steward nodded and stepped back. There were hidden cameras in the room anyway. Under their watchful eye Nocturne couldn’t pull any tricks. Besides, the patient was virtually a vegetable.
The heavy door clicked shut.
Juniper approached the bed while Shanley subtly scanned the room, committing
every architectural detail, vent, and camera angle to memory.
Hearing the commotion, the frail man on the bed slowly opened his eyes.
The first thing he saw was ‘Luella’s’ face-scowling so fiercely it looked like someone had murdered his entire family.
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