Chapter 8

The grand hallway of Alexander's mansion loomed before them, its opulence juxtaposed with the impending danger that hung in the air. Ava, Max, Sophia, and Ethan moved with caution, their senses heightened, as they navigated the labyrinthine corridors.

"We must stay vigilant," Ava whispered, her voice barely audible. "Alexander will have guards patrolling every inch of this place."

Max's grip tightened on his weapon, his eyes scanning their surroundings. "We can't let anything or anyone stand in our way," he asserted, his voice resolute.

Suddenly, the sound of approaching footsteps reverberated through the hallway. The group instinctively pressed against the wall, their breath held, as a pair of guards marched by.

Once the guards passed, Ava motioned for the group to continue. "We're getting closer," she said, her voice filled with determination.

As they reached a lavish study, their eyes were drawn to an ornate painting that adorned the wall. Ava stepped forward, her hand grazing the