Chapter 589

589 Theresa’s War
Theresa stared at Quentin, who was every bit as irritating as ever.
“Yesterday, when you couldn’t find your aunt—that was the first time I saw you completely lost in thought. They don’t understand how much she means to you, but I do. Family is what matters most to you. It’s where you draw the strength to fight the whole world.”
Quentin was infuriating because he always saw straight through people.
He acted lazy, cracking jokes at the worst times, yet he caught every flicker of mood, every hidden thought in the room.
He was too smart for his own good, his mind sharp as a needle.
It was never that he couldn’t read someone–it was only that he chose not to. When he wanted to, no one could keep their heart from him.
“You’re the same,” Theresa said quietly.
“Of course. We’re cut from the same cloth.” His lips curved into a grin.
Both of them cared fiercely.
Both valued family more than anything else.
The tragedy was that neither of them had ever known a real home. Get full chapters from
Maybe that was why, growing up in broken families, they ached even more for whatever scraps of warmth they could find.
“Take me with you,” Quentin said again.
For the first time that day, Theresa smiled. “Alright.”
Strength surged back into her.
The Starborn Order? What utter garbage.
She had crushed Divine Academy. She could take down their Divine Institute, their corporation, their army–every last one of them.
All she needed were their locations.
She would hunt them down one by one, unless they returned Tania. If they laid a hand on Tania, she would stop at nothing. She would burn the Starborn Order to the ground.
They were her enemy now–her greatest enemy.
The next day, a helicopter descended onto the main island of Divine Academy, just as promised. The moment its skids touched the ground, a swarm of armed guards closed in, rifles raised.
Theresa stepped out and strode toward the aircraft.
To her surprise, the pilot was Steven.
“Theresa! It’s me!” Steven called out, his face lit with both shock and delight when he recognized her.
“It’s you!” Theresa’s brows lifted. She hadn’t expected him.
Steven hurried down from the helicopter. He was dressed in a crisp white employee uniform, a brand–new badge pinned to his chest: C8987.
“I’ve been promoted,” he said breathlessly. “I’m officially an employee of Divine Academy now.”
“And the others? ” she asked.
“I don’t know. They were taken somewhere else.”
“Which department are you in?”
“Divine Institute!” he said with excitement. “I found out Divine Academy is just the entry level. Above it, there are so many divisions. I’m just a junior employee now, but I’m in.”
“Where’s the Divine Institute located?”
Steven shook his head. “No idea. They told me I’d only be allowed to return to headquarters after I completed this mission.”
Theresa understood immediately. Someone at Steven’s level wouldn’t be given access to real information–especially not on his very first assignment.
“By the way,” Steven said, glancing around in confusion at the faces he didn’t recognize. “I was sent to pick someone up for Firestone. Who’s coming?”
It felt like the entire camp had changed in just two days. Wasn’t this supposed to be Divine Academy’s main island?
“Me,” Theresa answered.
She strode forward, with Kyle, Tyger, and the others following close behind. Lucas and Theron moved up as well.
“We’re going,” they said in unison.
“Wait.” Steven lifted his hands nervously. “They told me I can only take two people.”
“Who the hell do you think you are?” Theron growled, his voice low and dangerous, the sound of a tiger ready to pounce.
Steven froze, his body locking tight. Instinctively, he stumbled back two steps. Whoever this man was, he radiated a power Steven dared not provoke.
“What if a few more of us go?” another voice cut in.
Lucas‘ tone was calm, almost gentle, but there was an undeniable authority in it–the kind of presence born from long command. It made Steven’s knees tremble. He couldn’t even meet the man’s eyes.
“N–No. Absolutely not.”
The circle of veterans closed in, their battle–hardened aura pressing down like wolves circling their prey. Steven wanted nothing more than to vanish.
“Enough.” Theresa’s voice cut through the tension. “I’ll take Quentin. That’s all.”
The instant her words fell, Steven felt like he could breathe again. “Then, hurry,” he said quickly. “I’m on a strict timetable.”
Theresa nodded. “Alright.”
She and Quentin boarded the helicopter, but the others‘ eyes stayed locked on Steven.
“Kid, don’t try anything,” one of them warned. “We’ve got your face memorized. If anything happens, we’ll come for you.”