Semua Bab Trapped In The Billionaire's Web: Bab 21

We left London at dawn.Julian sat across from us in the jet, silent, staring at nothing. His fingers drummed against the leather armrest like a man trying to distract himself from old ghosts. Adrian didn’t say much either, and I couldn’t tell if it was strategy or guilt.The tension between them felt heavy — like something was about to break, but no one wanted to be the one to crack it first.I sat with my thoughts, knowing Mira — M — was out there, watching, waiting, pulling strings. This was her game. And somehow, we were all pieces on her board.“Where’s the vault?” I asked finally, breaking the silence.Adrian looked at me, then at Julian.“In Montenegro,” he said. “Hidden beneath an abandoned estate I bought years ago. It was one of the last places Mira and I worked together… before everything turned.”Julian scoffed. “Fitting. Back to where it began.”Adrian ignored him.“It’s off-grid,” he continued. “No security system. No internet. You need two biometric keys — mine, and Mir