《THE BILLIONAIRE HIDDEN BRIDE: Reborn for Revenge 》全部章節：第 141 章 - 第 150 章

Resurrection and RetributionGunpowder dust and limestone fragments swirled through the air, creating a suffocating grey haze inside the cavern housing the Nusantara laboratory. The deafening blast of the missiles fired from Marguerite de Montfort’s helicopter still rang painfully in Liora’s ears, a high-pitched frequency that seemed to pierce right through her. Emerging from the thick smoke, the woman who should have been reduced to ashes twenty years prior stood with terrifying grace. Marguerite de Montfort, clad in black tactical gear and possessing eyes as cold as polar ice, stepped over the rubble as though she were the very mistress of death itself.“You have your mother’s eyes, Liora,” Marguerite’s voice echoed, smooth yet sharp as a razor’s edge. “But sadly, you also inherited her foolishness the belief that a Thorne’s love could shield you from the destiny written in your very blood.”In another corner of the cavern, Mavric Thorne lay trapped beneath the wreckage of a sto

Flight of the DamnedThe Rolls-Royce engines of the Thorne family’s Gulfstream G650 jet hummed with a low, powerful roar as the aircraft cut through the cloud layers high above the Indian Ocean, en route to a refuelling stop in Dubai before continuing the journey toward London. Inside the luxurious cabin, lined with Alcantara leather and polished walnut wood, the atmosphere felt far colder than the freezing temperatures outside at altitude. Mavric Thorne sat in his high-backed executive seat, his plaster-cast leg propped up comfortably on an ottoman, while his sharp, eagle-like gaze never wavered from the woman seated opposite him for even a second.Isabella de Montfort looked dishevelled and broken. Gone was every trace of the elegance and arrogance usually displayed by the Parisian aristocratic heiress. Her blonde hair was dull and unkempt, and her eyes were swollen and red from crying. In another corner of the cabin, Liora Thorne sat at her fold-down work desk, her fingers danc

Bloody Banquet in ParisThe Eiffel Tower glistened in the distance, usually a symbol of romance for millions of people, but to Liora Thorne, its light felt as cold and unforgiving as an interrogation lamp.A replacement private jet from the Thorne Group’s reserve fleet had just touched down at Le Bourget private airbase.Mavric Thorne was the first to step out. His walking cane had been replaced by a tactical support device that assisted him as he moved on his still‑injured leg.Yet his eyes showed not the slightest trace of weakness; he looked like a wounded dragon that had only become ten times more deadly as a result.Walking beside him, Liora was dressed in a premium wool black trench coat.Her face was pale, yet her expression was firm and resolute. In her hand, she gripped a satellite phone continuously displaying coordinates located within the exclusive district of Avenue Montaigne.“They have taken him to the de Montfort Mansion,” Liora said, her voice trembling with suppresse

Secrets Behind the Walls of BlackwoodThe air inside the underground laboratory beneath Blackwood Manor felt static, as though time itself had ceased to tick away ever since the fire that raged here thirty years ago. The scent of ozone and cold metal hung heavy in the room, lined with rows of old servers that hummed softly despite their age kept alive by hidden backup circuits deep within the structure. Standing calmly in the centre of the room was Thomas White, holding a silver encryption drive that glinted under the flickering neon lights overhead.Mavric Thorne did not lower his weapon. His breathing remained ragged, his body still trembling slightly from the narrow escape from the exploding bookshop. The wound on his shoulder, caused by flying shards of glass during the blast, seeped fresh blood that soaked through the expensive fabric of his shirt. Even so, his gaze remained locked on the man whom, for decades, he had believed to be his father’s most loyal and trusted servant

Race Against the SunThe roar of a Kawasaki KLX 250 engine tore through the quiet of Jakarta West’s narrow alleys. Mavric Thorne gripped the handlebars until his knuckles turned white, while Liora Thorne clung tightly to his waist, her left hand clutching the silver pendant, which now felt like a burning coal pressed against her palm. Above them, the dark silhouette of the Duke of Westminster’s Eurocopter helicopter loomed constantly, the rhythmic thud of its rotor blades blending with the deafening noise of the city below.“Mavric! The temperature’s rising again! The indicator light on the pendant is flashing red!” Liora screamed into his ear, her voice almost completely drowned out by the rushing wind. “This chip has highly sensitive thermal sensors. If the metal reaches 42 degrees Celsius, the self‑purge protocol activates. We’ll lose all the stored data within thirty minutes!”Mavric glanced at the side mirror and spotted two black SUVs belonging to the Duke’s men emerging at t