The She Billionaire In Boy’s Blazer のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

The tunnel walls pressed close around them, dripping with condensation, the air damp and heavy. Sonia could feel each rescued kid trembling against her as they shuffled forward, hands brushing the rough concrete to stay upright.Eric limped beside her, his jaw clenched against the pain in his arm. She kept a hand on his back, steady and constant. Each time he stumbled, she was there.Alex walked just ahead with Maya on his back, her small arms looped weakly around his shoulders. She buried her face against his neck, as if afraid to see the darkness around them.Silas led the way, flashlight beam dancing over the crumbling floor. Every few steps, he’d glance back, eyes sharp, counting heads.“We’re almost there,” he called softly. “A few hundred meters and we hit the old maintenance exit. From there, we run straight to the river.”Sonia’s breath rattled in her lungs. She felt each second stretch like an eternity. Every scrape of shoe on concrete, every muffled sob from a rescued teen,

They hit the last stretch of road just after noon. The forest thinned into wide, rolling hills, the border checkpoint a ghostly silhouette on the horizon. Sonia’s heart hammered so loudly she felt it echo in her teeth.Eric sat forward, his eyes scanning the distant line of fences and watchtowers. The border guards were minimal mostly private security. Under normal circumstances, an easy crossing. But today, with Clara’s revelation heavy in the van, nothing felt easy.Clara hadn’t spoken again since her confession. She sat curled up, arms wrapped tight around her knees, her forehead pressed to the window. Sonia glanced at her in the mirror again and again, each time fighting the urge to stop the van and hold her.Eric finally broke the silence. “We need to decide what happens when we reach the checkpoint. If they sense her”Sonia shook her head sharply. “We’re not leaving her behind. We’re not splitting up.”Eric’s jaw flexed. “I know. But we need a plan. We can’t fight our way throug

They spent the day in a quiet, tense dance. Sonia studied maps and blueprints, redrawing lines, adjusting entries and exits. Silas double-checked weapons and emergency supplies. Eric went over escape routes, repeating each detail aloud like a mantra. Alex ran simulations on his laptop, eyes flickering rapidly as he coded.By dusk, the farmhouse felt charged, heavy with unspoken fears and silent promises.Sonia slipped outside, needing air. The sun was melting into the horizon, painting the sky in watercolor smears of orange and pink. She wrapped her arms around herself, feeling the hush of the coming night press against her skin.Eric followed. He didn’t say a word at first just stood behind her, close enough for their shoulders to brush. Finally, he spoke, his voice quiet but steady. “You always run to the edge when you’re scared.”She didn’t turn. “How do you know?”“I know you,” he said simply. “Better than I know myself some days.”She let out a shaky breath. “I keep thinking abou

The compound felt different now.Not just because of the broken systems or the flickering lights overhead but because Eric wasn’t sneaking in this time. He was charging in.He sprinted past the shattered access gate, the sirens overhead still wailing. Guards scrambled in the distance, confused by the blackout Alex had triggered moments ago. Every security protocol was falling apart in real-time.Eric didn’t have time to think about backup.He had to find Alex.And fast.He slipped through the server wing using the same route they’d used during reconnaissance weeks earlier. But now it smelled of burnt wires and adrenaline.“Alex!” he called, voice low but sharp.No response.He turned a corner and stopped.There, crouched beside a console, Alex was typing furiously, his face drenched in sweat. He didn’t even look up. “They shut me out,” he muttered. “Someone knew the leak was coming. They’ve been running a ghost trace in the system.”Eric moved closer. “You okay?”“No,” Alex said flatl

Sonia stood outside the government building, the one Clara Morales now worked from not as a scientist, but as an “advisor” to the post-Daxton clean-up crew. It was clean, modern, glass-walled and hollow at its core. Like the truth Sonia was about to shatter.Inside, Eric paced in the car, ready if things went sideways.Sonia didn’t knock when she entered Clara’s office.Clara looked up from behind her desk, startled. “Sonia? What, what are you doing here?”No smile. No pretense.Sonia shut the door softly behind her and locked it.“We need to talk,” she said.Clara hesitated. “Is this about the investigation? I told the team—”“It’s not about the team,” Sonia interrupted, her voice steady but burning. “It’s about me. About you. About what you’ve been hiding.”Clara’s face froze.“I saw the files, Clara,” Sonia said. “Project Ember. Subject A2. Your daughter.”The older woman slowly stood, her hands resting on the desk as if steadying herself. “Sonia…”“Don’t. Don’t lie.”Silence stret