《THE BILLIONAIRE HIDDEN BRIDE: Reborn for Revenge 》全部章節：第 171 章 - 第 180 章

The Golden Prison in BelgraviaMornings in Belgravia were usually adorned with the sound of trickling fountains and the chirping of birds in private gardens, but for Liora, those sounds had been replaced by the constant hum of radio frequency scanners and the measured footsteps of elite security teams patrolling the mansion corridors. The Thorne Mansion had changed completely. Every glass window was now coated with high-grade bulletproof polymer, and every door was equipped with retinal scanners.Mavric Thorne no longer went to the office. He had moved his entire operational command center to the mansion’s underground level. Ever since the threat regarding the "true subject" emerged, Mavric had lost interest in everything else except ensuring the safety of Liora and the child she carried.Liora stood on the second-floor balcony, gazing at the tall iron fence now charged with low-voltage electricity. She rubbed her still-flat stomach, feeling anxiety creeping in. She loved Mavric, b

The Labyrinth Beneath the City of LightParis may be known as the most romantic city in the world, but twenty meters deep beneath its bustling pavements lies an entirely different world. The Catacombs of Paris a network of tunnels stretching hundreds of kilometers, filled with millions of skulls became the very real labyrinth that Mavric and Liora Thorne had to navigate that night.Mavric walked ahead, holding a high-powered tactical flashlight in his left hand and a .45 caliber handgun in his right. He was no longer wearing the tuxedo from the previous evening; instead, he donned a bulletproof tactical jacket that concealed his feral side. Behind him, Liora followed with steps that were cautious yet firm. She wore body armor specially designed by Sebastian to protect her midsection without restricting her movement."Mavric, the temperature has dropped drastically here. We’ve walked nearly two kilometers past the tourist boundary," Liora whispered, her breath visible in the beam of

The Siege of Canary WharfStrong winds blew from the direction of the River Thames, carrying the cold scent of brackish water onto the balcony of the 45th-floor penthouse. London below looked like a giant, pulsating electronic circuit, but to Mavric Thorne, every streetlight now felt like the eyes of an enemy watching him. After Eleanor was taken or "rescued" by Konstantin’s units the previous night, Canary Wharf was no longer merely a financial center; it had become a besieged fortress.Mavric stood in the central control room, staring at rows of monitors displaying the building's perimeter. He was no longer dressed casually; he wore a tactical vest beneath his black shirt, and a weapon holster was strapped to his thigh. His face, usually handsome and arrogant, was now hardened, his jaw set firmly."They have cut off our logistics access at the private dock," Sebastian Vane reported through his headset. "London police are busy with an 'emergency drill' in Westminster, which means

Ground Zero in the AlpsThe roar of the Thorne Group’s private Gulfstream G650 jet engines thundered at 40,000 feet, cutting through the darkness of night toward Zurich, Switzerland. Inside the luxurious cabin, the atmosphere was far from calm. The cabin lights were dimmed, leaving only the glow of medical monitors connected to Liora’s body.Mavric Thorne sat beside the emergency medical bed set up in the center of the cabin. His face, usually radiating authority, now looked gaunt. Dark circles hung under his eyes, and his black shirt was disheveled, stained with sweat and dust from the battle at the Tower of London. He held Liora’s hand, which felt ice-cold, occasionally kissing her knuckles with a desperation he never showed to the world."Her body temperature has dropped again to 34 degrees Celsius, Sir," reported Dr. Aris, Mavric’s personal trusted physician who had just joined them in London. "Her nervous system is shutting down. If we do not find the antidote or the recovery

The Shadow of the ReplacementThe London sky looked like a gloomy grey canvas as Mavric Thorne’s private jet touched down at Farnborough private airport. There was no red carpet welcome this time. Instead, there was a line of black bulletproof SUVs and dozens of fully armed security personnel led by Sebastian Vane. Mavric stepped down the aircraft stairs, carrying Liora wrapped in a thick wool blanket. Although Liora’s condition had stabilized after receiving the catalyst in Zurich, Mavric refused to let his wife’s feet touch the asphalt."Take her to the Mayfair mansion. Prepare a Level 1 medical team to monitor her heartbeat every second," Mavric ordered, his voice cold and sharp as a blade's edge.Liora tried to pull away slightly from Mavric’s embrace. "Alex, I can walk on my own. I feel much better."Instead, Mavric tightened his hold, his eyes gazing at her with an intensity of possessiveness that was almost suffocating. "No, Liora. You have just returned from the brink of d