Semua Bab Bound by the Billionaire's Claim: Bab 111 - Bab 120

The aftermath of Victor’s capture weighed heavily on everyone. The SUV sped through the outskirts of London, the team silent as they processed the events of the night. Maya sat in the backseat, her hands resting protectively on her baby bump, her mind racing.Victor sat between Alex and Reese, his face pale and his usual arrogance replaced with nervous energy. Zane was in the passenger seat, his silver eyes trained on the road ahead, his jaw tight with tension.“I gave you what you wanted,” Victor said, his voice shaky. “You promised to protect me.”Zane didn’t even look at him. “We haven’t promised you anything. You’re alive because you’re still useful.”---Maya’s Growing FrustrationMaya’s patience was wearing thin. “Zane,” she said softly but firmly, “this isn’t sustainable. We’re putting ourselves at greater risk by dragging him along.”Zane glanced at her, his expression softening slightly. “I know. But if Victor has intel that can dismantle the Syndicate, we need it.”“And what

The urgency in Zane’s voice sent shockwaves through the room. He stormed back into the inn’s main area, Maya close behind, clutching her phone tightly.“They know where we are,” Zane announced, his tone leaving no room for argument. “We’re leaving. Now.”Alex stood, already securing his rifle. “How close are they?”“They’re watching us,” Maya said, her voice shaking as she handed Alex the phone.Reese glanced at the photo on the screen, her face hardening. “This was taken recently. They’re nearby.”---The Plan to EscapeCamilla was already packing her laptop, her mind racing. “We need a decoy,” she said. “If we all leave together, they’ll track us. We split up, draw their attention in different directions, and regroup at a secondary location.”“No,” Zane said sharply. “We stay together. It’s too dangerous to split up.”“Staying together makes us an easier target,” Camilla countered.Maya, standing near the window, glanced outside. The street was quiet, but the tension in the air was

The ride to the hospital felt like an eternity. Zane’s silver eyes were fixed on the road, his knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel. Maya sat in the passenger seat, her breathing uneven, her hand clutching her stomach.“Zane,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Something’s wrong.”“Don’t say that,” Zane said, his voice tight. “You’re going to be okay. The baby’s going to be okay.”In the backseat, Camilla was on the phone with a contact, trying to find a secure clinic. “We can’t go to just any hospital,” she said, her tone urgent. “The Syndicate could have people there.”“Then find one,” Zane snapped.“I’m working on it,” Camilla replied, her fingers flying over her laptop.---A Safe PlaceCamilla finally found a private clinic on the outskirts of Manchester, one known for discretion and high security. They pulled up to the unassuming building, its dim lights casting long shadows across the parking lot.A doctor and two nurses were already waiting at the door, alerted by

The explosion ahead sent the SUV rocking slightly, the vibrations rattling through Maya’s chest as the reality of their situation settled in. She clutched her baby bump instinctively, her mind racing with questions she couldn’t voice.“They’ve set traps,” Camilla said, scanning her laptop. “Explosives planted on the main roads leading to the facility. They’re trying to funnel us into a specific path.”Zane’s silver eyes narrowed. “And that path is probably crawling with Syndicate operatives.”“Exactly,” Camilla confirmed.Alex exhaled sharply from the back seat. “So, what’s the plan? Walk right into their ambush?”“No,” Zane said, his tone firm. “We find another way in.”---Maya’s FrustrationAs Zane and Camilla debated alternative routes, Maya found herself growing increasingly tense. Every decision seemed to carry more risk than the last, and the weight of those choices pressed heavily on her.“This isn’t sustainable,” she said finally, her voice cutting through the conversation.E

The alarm blared through the dimly lit facility, its piercing wail reverberating off the cold steel walls. Maya clutched Zane’s arm, her green eyes darting nervously around the control room.“We’re surrounded,” Alex said grimly, his gun trained on the doorway. “They’re moving fast.”Camilla’s fingers flew over her laptop, her expression tight with concentration. “I’m trying to override the lockdown, but their system is layered. It’s like peeling an onion with a butter knife.”“Work faster,” Zane ordered, his silver eyes locked on the monitors displaying the encroaching Syndicate operatives.Victor leaned against the far wall, his cuffed hands resting casually in front of him. “This was always their plan,” he said with a smirk. “You walked right into it.”“Shut up,” Reese snapped, her glare cutting. “Unless you’ve got something useful to say.”Victor raised an eyebrow. “I’m just pointing out the obvious.”---Maya Takes a StandMaya’s heart raced, her mind battling between fear and res