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CHAPTER EIGHTY-NINE

Author: Iris Brown
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-31 16:27:05

Achilles POV

“How close are we?” I asked for the millionth time. Emilio frowned at his phone, cursing in his mind. “The fucker has gone off,” he said. “They've taken her again, it has gone off.”

“How do you know she was taken again?”

“There has been no signal to the chip for days, Boss,” Isiah answered instead. He was focused on the laptop in his lap. “My guess is she escaped far enough to somewhere with signals. That is how we were able to find her.”

The helicopter flight was uncomfortable as fuck. “Still feel quesy?” Xiomar asked from the cockpit. I shrugged and looked away, ignoring him.

I had failed again.

Someone has managed to sneak in as an employee to get to Lyla. “You cannot find him yet?”

Isaiah looked up at me briefly. “Still on it Boss. He seems like a dead man.”

“Dead men existed before,” I snapped. “Find something.”

The helicopter flew over the thick bush of trees. “There,” Emilio posted to a clearing he could see. “Can you land there?”

“Okay,” Xiomar said. He started
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