Semua Bab Mr. President Has A Baby Bump: Bab 121 - Bab 130

~~Alex~~We moved fast. James grabbed the handheld sweeper a small black device with a glowing blue strip down its center and powered it up. The hum it gave off was low and ominous, and as soon as it connected to the main console, a faint green light began pulsing.“Start at the west wing,” James said, eyes already scanning the readout. “It’s picking up faint traces, but the main source is somewhere upstairs.”I nodded, jaw tight. “We sweep every room. No one leaves until we’re done.”We started with the Alpha team’s quarters. Nothing. The machine stayed quiet except for a low hum.Dahlia’s room. A faint ping but nothing alarming. She was clean.But the moment we reached the last hallway where Lena was staying the handheld started beeping sharply. Beep. Beep. Beep. Louder and faster with every step we took.James’s whole face changed his usual cocky calm was gone, replaced by something dark and unsettled.“What?” I snapped under my breath. “What’s going on?” I couldn’t help but ask.H

~~Alex~~I watched him for a long beat, the way his jaw worked, the lines at the corner of his mouth. He was right in the obvious, infuriating, can’t-believe-I’m-arguing-this way. I’d asked him to stretch into a role he didn’t want and didn’t sign up for.“Fine,” I said finally, slow and controlled. “You run the medical part. Full stop. You and your team handle Jay all tests, all overnight monitoring, everything. I want zero surprises.” I let the words land, then pivoted the plan into place. “I’ll put the Alpha unit on the yakuza part and have them handle the deadly parts. Ethan will run the extraction script breadcrumbs, false leads, controlled leak to the Hales. I’ll handle the geopolitical theater. You keep being the man with the scalpel.”James stared at me a second, the fight leaving his shoulders. “You’re dumping the messy part on me,” he muttered.“No,” I corrected. “I’m allocating resources so nothing fails. You focus on the babies’ heartbeats. I’ll focus on the ghosts at the

Third person POV The sharp scrape of a chair broke the silence of the room.Jacob burst through the sliding doors, breath uneven, his eyes wide with urgency. “The plane!” he shouted, voice cracking through the heavy air. “The plane the Young Miss was on, I just found it!”Every head in the dim-lit room snapped toward him.For a second, there was nothing but stunned quiet. Then, chaos.“Thank God,” someone muttered, crossing himself.“Finally,” another hissed, pushing back from the long table. The tension that had sat in their shoulders for days lifted, replaced by the quick, electric energy of movement.Men rushed toward Jacob, circling around the glowing monitor he’d dragged in with him. On the screen, a flight tracker blinked steadily, a small red dot hovering over a region miles away from where they’d last searched.“That’s her,” Jacob said, his voice trembling with adrenaline. “The registration number matches the one Young Miss boarded three days ago.”“Where did she land?” one o

~~Lena~~ I sat there in the backseat, watching trees blur past the tinted windows, trying not to have a full mental breakdown. Again. Okay… recap. I’d been drugged, flown to a secret airport, welcomed by men with guns who called me Young Miss, and now apparently I had a mother who was waiting for me back “home.” Which was not confusing, because Lena obviously has a mother…. And I know eventually I will meet her. Honestly, at this point, if someone told me I was secretly a robot from the moon, I’d just nod and ask for Wi-Fi. Because tell me why… it suddenly feels like am be controlled. My fingers tapped nervously against my lap. The men in front were dead silent, not even glancing at me in the rearview mirror. My brain kept switching between run! and play dumb! while my body just sat there like a polite hostage. This is fine, I told myself. Totally fine. Just another casual Tuesday where your identity crisis comes with free luxury transport. I’m Nina… I know that but I don’t under

~~Jay~~The door opened before I could even process my relief.Alex stepped in calm, composed, wearing that same smug expression that made me want to throw something at him and kiss him at the same time. His eyes swept over me once, pausing on the phone in my hand before he smirked.“Judging from your face,” he said, shutting the door behind him, “I’m guessing you’ve seen the news.”I stared at him, jaw tight. “You mean the part where your family publicly humiliated mine by cancelling my engagement through a press statement? Yeah, I saw it.” I said trying to act angry but the expression on my face definitely proofed otherwise.He gave a casual shrug, like it was the weather we were discussing. “You’re welcome.”I blinked. “Welcome? How did you even get your father to agree to that?”Alex’s smirk deepened that dangerous, infuriatingly confident kind that always came before he said something I wasn’t ready for. “I told him the truth.”I frowned, crossing my arms. “Which is?”“That I’m i