Semua Bab SCORNED EX WIFE : Queen Of Ashes: Bab 221 - Bab 230

Chapter 221Alexander stood in the abandoned warehouse at Pier 47, surrounded by the ghosts of his own mistakes. The meeting location James had chosen was fitting - a place where lies had been spoken and truth had been twisted into weapons. The same concrete floor where Alexander had once believed he was fighting for justice now felt cold beneath his feet as he waited for his uncle's killer to arrive.The folder in Alexander's hands contained everything: financial records proving James's real identity, communication logs showing his manipulation tactics, forensic evidence about Richard Pierce's murder. Months of investigation condensed into irrefutable proof that would destroy the man who had destroyed so many lives.Footsteps echoed across the empty warehouse as a figure emerged from the shadows between stacked shipping containers. James Whitfield walked with the confident stride of someone who believed he still held all the advantages, his expensive coat billowing behind him in the

Chapter 223The Phoenix Grid control center erupted into chaos at 3:47 AM when every screen in the facility turned bright red and began flashing warning messages. Hannah Zhao sat at her workstation, watching months of careful engineering work being attacked by malicious code that spread through the system like wildfire."Full system intrusion detected," she announced, her voice steady despite the panic rising in her chest. "Someone's released a virus into the Phoenix Grid's core network."Alarms blared throughout Kane Industries as automated safety protocols kicked in, isolating infected sections of the power grid to prevent cascading failures across the city. The emergency lighting cast eerie shadows across the control room where Hannah's team scrambled to contain damage that could affect millions of people.Stefan burst through the control room doors, still wearing yesterday's clothes after spending the night monitoring James's movements. "How bad is it?""Bad," Hannah replied, her

Chapter 225Alexander walked out of Kane Industries into the cool evening air, feeling cautiously optimistic for the first time in months. The crisis with the Phoenix Grid had been contained, his relationship with Camille was slowly healing, and they finally had solid evidence against James Whitfield. Tomorrow, they would present everything to the FBI and end this nightmare once and for all.The parking garage beneath the building was nearly empty at this hour, with only a few cars belonging to security staff and late-working employees. Alexander's footsteps echoed off the concrete walls as he walked toward his car, keys already in his hand. The fluorescent lights cast harsh shadows between the parked vehicles, creating pockets of darkness that seemed deeper than usual.Alexander was thinking about dinner plans with Camille when he heard the soft sound of footsteps behind him. He turned, expecting to see another employee heading home, but found himself face to face with James Whitfiel

Chapter 227Victoria Kane woke to the sound of water dripping somewhere in the darkness. Her head throbbed from the collision and the sedative, and her wrists burned from the zip ties that bound her to a metal chair. The air around her smelled of rust and dampness, suggesting they were in some kind of warehouse or abandoned building.As her vision cleared, Victoria could make out Camille slumped in another chair about ten feet away. Her daughter's head hung forward, blood from the car accident dried on her forehead, her breathing shallow but steady."Camille," Victoria called softly, not wanting to alert their captors that they were conscious.Camille's head lifted slowly, her eyes unfocused and pained. "Victoria? Where are we?""I don't know. But we're alive, and that means we still have a chance."The room around them was large and empty, with high concrete walls and broken windows that let in shafts of dim light. Industrial equipment sat covered in dust and cobwebs, suggesting this

Chapter 229The FBI command center at Federal Plaza buzzed with desperate activity as agents worked through the night searching for any trace of Victoria and Camille Kane. Computer screens displayed maps of potential hiding locations, surveillance footage from traffic cameras, and cell phone records that might reveal James Whitfield's whereabouts.Alexander sat at a table covered with photographs and documents, his eyes bloodshot from hours of staring at evidence that led nowhere. Every lead the FBI had followed turned into a dead end. Every potential location they searched turned up empty. James had planned this kidnapping with the same methodical precision he had used for his fifteen-year campaign of revenge.Stefan paced the room like a caged animal, his face etched with worry and frustration. "There has to be something we're missing. Some pattern, some connection that points to where James would take them."FBI Special Agent Diana Chen looked up from her computer terminal, exhaust