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34. Shadows in the Southern Sector

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The first morning sun in Neophile City rose with a deep, purplish-red hue, piercing through the thick mist that enveloped the main fortress of the Wilder dynasty. Inside the mansion's underground tactical room, the atmosphere was silent yet laden with high concentration. Helga stood tall in front of a giant digital projection table, intently observing the thermal map of the southern faction's movements, which had just been updated by Zizie's intelligence system.

Helga was still wearing her carb
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    The echoes of the storm of passion inside the master bedroom gradually subsided, replaced by a tactical silence that once again reclaimed the consciousness of the two human beings on the king-size bed covered in black silk blankets. Helga lay flat with her breathing gradually stabilizing, allowing her silk bathrobe, which was now half-open, to expose her skin flushed from Zean's possessiveness.Beside her, Zean propped himself up on one elbow, staring at Helga with a thick flash of dominance before his large fingers moved to brush away the strands of her long black hair clinging to her temples."You must stay here until afternoon," Zean said, his voice hoarse and commanding, leaving a lingering trace of masculine authority after their struggle. "I will take the central faction team to entirely sweep the remaining Sebastian loyalists in the Northern Sector. Don't let that stubborn nature of yours bring you outside the mansion's inner perimeter, Helga. Understood?"Helga looked up, star

  • Becoming a Substitute Wife for a Cold Mafia    34. Shadows in the Southern Sector

    The first morning sun in Neophile City rose with a deep, purplish-red hue, piercing through the thick mist that enveloped the main fortress of the Wilder dynasty. Inside the mansion's underground tactical room, the atmosphere was silent yet laden with high concentration. Helga stood tall in front of a giant digital projection table, intently observing the thermal map of the southern faction's movements, which had just been updated by Zizie's intelligence system.Helga was still wearing her carbon fiber tactical attire, with a black leather jacket fitting snugly around her sturdy frame. Her long black hair, tied back in a ponytail, swayed slightly as she leaned her body forward, analyzing the new coordinate points in South Neophile. Her stubborn nature blended perfectly with her strong mental firmness; she hadn't closed her eyes all night, choosing to train her tactical instincts under the direct guidance of the matriarch rather than staying idle on the black silk bed of the master bed

  • Becoming a Substitute Wife for a Cold Mafia    33. Dawn of Revenge

    The first morning sun in Neophile City rose with a deep, purplish-red hue, piercing through the thick mist that enveloped the main fortress of the Wilder dynasty. Inside the mansion's underground tactical room, the atmosphere was silent yet laden with high concentration. Helga stood tall in front of a giant digital projection table, intently observing the thermal map of the southern faction's movements, which had just been updated by Zizie's intelligence system.Helga was still wearing her carbon fiber tactical attire, with a black leather jacket fitting snugly around her sturdy frame. Her long black hair, tied back in a ponytail, swayed slightly as she leaned her body forward, analyzing the new coordinate points in South Neophile. Her stubborn nature blended perfectly with her strong mental firmness; she hadn't closed her eyes all night, choosing to train her tactical instincts under the direct guidance of the matriarch rather than staying idle on the black silk bed of the master bed

  • Becoming a Substitute Wife for a Cold Mafia    32. Blood and Silence

    The night crept in like black soot enveloping Neophile City, but inside the underground infiltration path located dozens of meters beneath the Wilder hills, the air felt cold and smelled of iron. The path was a network of old concrete tunnels left behind by the old faction—a secret route unmapped on any digital device. This was where Zean Wilder moved, leading a dozen personnel from the central faction's elite team. Their footsteps were barely audible, muffled by tactical boots with thick rubber soles.Zean walked at the very front. His black tactical attire fitted snugly against his sturdy, broad frame, while the bulletproof vest on his chest tightened in sync with his steady breathing. A dark-silhouetted, short-barreled assault rifle rested firmly in his embrace. The man's sharp face appeared ice-cold beneath the dim tactical indicator lights mounted on his combat helmet.His mind was entirely focused on the battle, yet in the deepest corner of his consciousness, the warmth of Helga

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    Zean's departure with the central faction elite team left a different kind of silence inside the Wilder main mansion. The tactical hall, which a few hours ago was filled with tension, now felt empty, leaving only the dim glow from the holographic screen that still displayed the standby points at the outer perimeter. To Helga, this silence was not a sign of peace, but rather a lull before the next storm hit Neophile City.Helga stepped away from the hall, walking down the long corridor toward the center room in accordance with Zizie Wilder's previous message. Her carbon fiber tactical pants and leather boots tapped against the marble floor with a constant rhythm. Whenever she passed a large glass window overlooking the valley, she could see the searchlights from the enemy blockades at the foot of the hill far below. Sebastian Norwich might have succeeded in locking down the outer logistics routes, but the gothic walls of the Wilder fortress still stood tall, refusing to flinch.As Helg

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    The tension in the main hall of the Wilder mansion could no longer be contained. The holographic projection on top of the tactical table kept flashing red, displaying the movements of the western faction's tactical vehicles that were beginning to form a total blockade formation at the foot of the hill. However, in the middle of the siege of three hundred heavily armed personnel belonging to Sebastian Norwich, the foundation of the Wilder dynasty's main fortress proved to be no mere decorative boast.Ebizar Wilder slowly raised his silver wolf-headed staff, then tapped it once against the marble floor. The sound of the tap was not loud, yet its echo was capable of instantly silencing Elzio's panic and Ruki's anxiety."Sebastian Norwich is an ambitious young wolf, but he forgets on whose soil he is currently standing," Ebizar said, his heavy and hoarse voice drifting with the calmness of a true ruler who had crossed dozens of storms in Neophile City. "He can block our logistics routes o

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