Lahat ng Kabanata ng Runaway With Mr. CEO’s Triplets: Kabanata 271 - Kabanata 280

SHAWNAThe moment I stepped out of the car, the chaos hit me like a tidal wave. The warehouse was in ruins, steel beams twisted unnaturally, jutting out like broken ribs from the collapsed structure. Massive chunks of concrete lay scattered across the site, some partially buried in dust and debris. Smoke still curled into the air from small fires that had been mostly extinguished, leaving behind the acrid stench of burnt metal and chemicals.The ground was uneven, littered with shattered glass, splintered wood, and remnants of what used to be the warehouse walls. Emergency floodlights cast long shadows over the wreckage, giving the entire scene an eerie, almost dystopian look. Sirens wailed in the distance, a constant reminder of the devastation.Workers who had escaped unscathed stood in groups, some whispering in shock, others sobbing into their hands. Medics rushed around, tending to the injured, their uniforms already streaked with dust and blood.And in the middle of it all, stan

SHAWNAI gripped the edges of my seat as Zaverio, my company consultant, maneuvered through the crowded streets, the Ministry of Works building looming ahead. My mind raced with unanswered questions, frustration simmering beneath my skin.“How the hell did this happen so fast?” I muttered, running a hand through my hair.Zaverio, calm as ever, kept his eyes on the road. “That’s what we’re here to find out.”I exhaled sharply, trying to steady myself. The moment we arrived, I wasted no time marching into the grand marble building, Zaverio right behind me.We were immediately met by our contact, Jonathan Pierce, a man who had been working within the ministry for years. His expression was grim as he led us into a private office.“Jonathan,” I said the moment the door closed. “Talk to me. What’s going on? How did this spiral out of control overnight?”He sighed, rubbing his temples before meeting my gaze. “Shawna, as of now, Lancaster Empire is under mandatory shutdown.”My stomach twiste

PHOEBEI couldn’t tell where we were going. I could barely think.“Car. Now,” Ramon ordered, his voice sharp.I barely heard him over the shouting, but I nodded, running when he did. We pushed past people, dodging debris. My heart was hammering so hard it hurt.Finally, we broke through the crowd. Ramon yanked open the car door, practically shoving me inside before slamming his own door shut.“Lock the doors,” he said, breathless.I did.For a second, we just sat there. The chaos outside continued, but inside the car, it was silent except for the sound of our breathing.My hands were shaking. My whole body was shaking.Ramon’s jaw was clenched. His knuckles were white against the steering wheel. “That was bad,” he muttered.I let out a shaky laugh, though there was no humor in it. “No kidding.”He exhaled through his nose, his grip loosening just a little. “We’re going home.”“No.” My voice was stronger than I expected. “Take me to my mom.”“Phoebe…”“I’m not leaving her there.” I tur

SHAWNA I stared at the screen, my hands cold and shaking. Greg Dawson’s words echoed in my head. “She told me to cut costs. Said to ‘make it work’ no matter what.” Lies. All of it. I fumbled with my phone, trying to find his number. I dialed, pressed call. It rang once. Twice. Then, it said the same thing. “This number is no longer in service.” I swore under my breath, trying again. Same result. I tried another number, one I had from years ago when we first worked together. Straight to voicemail. “Damn it.” Phoebe was watching me, her face tight with worry. “Mom?” I exhaled sharply. “He’s not picking up.” Jasper paced across the room. “That’s because he’s too busy lying on national TV.” Damien sat on the armrest of the couch, arms crossed. “We need to get ahead of this.” Billy scowled. “How? The guy just threw Mom under the bus.” I pinched the bridge of my nose. “I need to find him. I need to talk to him.” Before anyone could respond, my phone buzzed. A new

SHAWNAThe phone buzzed in my hand, and I frowned at the screen. Eugene. We hadn’t spoken in a while. I hesitated for a second before answering."Come to this location," Eugene said without preamble, then rattled off an address."What? I’m busy right now," I said looking so confused."Just come, Shawna. It’s important."The line went dead before I could ask anything else.Zaverio, who had been watching me, raised a brow. "What was that about?""I don’t know," I admitted. "But she sounded serious.""Then we go."The drive was tense. Neither of us spoke much. My mind raced with possibilities. What did Eugene want? I had a lot on my plate at the moment. Why the secrecy? When we arrived at the rundown warehouse, Kyle and Eugene were already there, waiting."What’s going on?" I asked as we stepped closer.Kyle crossed his arms. "We’ve been trying to help you. But there’s only one thing left to do now.""And what’s that?"Eugene gestured toward a door. "Confront him."I glanced at Zaverio,