The air turned cold in the vault.Smoke curled through the doorway, mingling with the silence that stretched for too long. Grace’s gun trembled in her grip, not from fear, but disbelief.Adrian stepped protectively in front of her. “That’s not possible,” he muttered.But there he stood. In a tailored black coat, unscathed, face etched with time, but unmistakably him.Henry Ashford.Her father.Dead for ten years.“Hello, Grace,” he said smoothly, as if he’d just come back from a business trip. “I see you found the family secrets.”Grace’s heart slammed against her ribs.“You’re... alive?” Her voice cracked. “They said you died in a car crash, Mom died thinking”“I did die,” he said, stepping inside the vault casually. “But death is relative when you have the Genome-X prototype running through your blood.”Adrian raised his gun. “Take one more step, and I’ll put you back in the grave.”Henry barely glanced at him. “Still dramatic, Adrian. Just like your mother.”Adrian flinched. “Don’t
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