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Chapter 4 - The Escape Through the Underworld

Viral Title: Trapped in a Steel Room with a Traitor! The Death-Defying Escape that Left Us Breathless! 😱🏃‍♂️

Adrian whirled around to face Dr. Evans. The doctor stepped back, his hands shaking, his face drained of color.

"Adrian, I had no choice!" Evans stammered, raising his hands in surrender. "They had my family! Victoria threatened to kill my grandchildren! I had to declare Julian dead so they could extract the baby from his dying wife!"

"You monster," Adrian hissed.

"He's telling the truth about one thing," Maya interrupted, pointing at the secondary monitor that tracked the building's structural integrity. "They are planting explosives on the panic room door!"

They didn't have time for vengeance. Adrian grabbed a heavy flashlight from the emergency kit and smashed it against the back wall of the panic room, revealing an old maintenance shaft meant for building ventilation—a remnant of the tower’s original 1920s architecture.

"Get in," Adrian ordered Maya. She didn't hesitate, sliding into the narrow, dusty shaft with the baby securely strapped to her chest using the yellow blanket. Adrian forced Dr. Evans in next, keeping a gun trained on his back. "If you make a sound, you won't live to see the bottom."

Just as Adrian climbed into the shaft and pulled the heavy steel grate shut behind him, a deafening explosion rocked the panic room. The shockwave blasted through the shaft, showering them in dust and debris.

They scrambled down the narrow metal ladder in total darkness, guided only by the faint light of Adrian's phone. The shaft led down to the sub-basement of the city's abandoned subway system, which connected to the Ashford Tower's lower levels.

As they dropped down onto the damp, gravel-strewn tracks of the forgotten subway, the cold air hit them. The baby began to cry—a weak, pitiful sound that echoed dangerously through the tunnels.

"Shh, Nora, shh," Maya pleaded, rocking the baby frantically. "Please don't cry."

"We need to move," Marcus said, having survived the initial blast and meeting them at the bottom via an alternate route. "They have tracking dogs."

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The ink on the emergency audit report was barely dry when the secure terminal on my desk flashed a violent crimson. I hadn't slept in thirty-six hours, my eyes burning from staring at columns of ghost figures, duplicate invoices, and shell corporations linked to Dominic Rossi. But the red alert wasn’t from Rossi’s faction. It was an internal security flag originating from the estate’s main vault deep beneath the west wing.

The ink on the emergency audit report was barely dry when the secure ter...

The glass shattered into a thousand tiny diamonds on the marble, scattering the light from the chandeliers. The muffled laughter died instantly, replaced by a suffocating, heavy silence that crept outward from the grand staircase.

The glass shattered into a thousand tiny diamonds on the marble, scatter...

The heavy oak doors of my private study clicked shut behind us, locking out the clinical, terrifying silence of the kitchen. Evelyn Crane stood stiffly in front of my mahogany desk, her hands folded over her apron with the rigid precision of someone who had spent decades micromanaging every square inch of my estate. Behind her, Norah hovered near the doorway, clutching her clipboard like a shield.

The heavy oak doors of my private study clicked shut behind us, locking...

Suddenly, the beam of a powerful flashlight cut through the darkness of the tunnel ahead of them. A group of men appeared from the shadows, their weapons raised. But they weren't wearing the tactical gear of the Syndicate. They wore long black coats, and their leader was a man Adrian recognized instantly—a man who was supposed to be dead.

It was Julian.

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