บททั้งหมดของ Mr. CEO, Your Miracle Doctor Ex-Wife is Unreachable: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

The absolute, suffocating darkness lasted for exactly four seconds. For Elara, those four seconds stretching across the suffocating silence of the Genesis Island penthouse felt like an eternity. The rhythmic, comforting hum of the server farm had vanished, replaced entirely by the violent howling of the Pacific storm battering the reinforced glass. Then, with a harsh mechanical clank, the localized auxiliary generators engaged. The penthouse was suddenly bathed in the sinister, pulsing crimson glow of emergency lighting.Dante moved with terrifying, lethal fluidity. In the dim red light, Elara watched him rack the slide of his Kimber 1911, his silhouette a hulking mass of coiled violence. He didn't speak to her; he simply swept the perimeter of the expansive room, checking the magnetic seals on the reinforced blast doors. The physical distance he kept from her was deliberate, a freezing chasm that stung worse than the icy wind outside. The revelation of Project Ouroboros—the genetical

The heavy, metallic thud of Dante’s Kimber 1911 hitting the marble floor echoed through the penthouse like a death knell. The weapon slid a few inches before coming to a complete stop in the crimson emergency lighting. Elara stared at the gun, her brilliant, calculating mind suddenly entirely blank. The air in her lungs turned to ice. She had spent her entire life building walls, engineering contingencies, and trusting no one but herself. In her desperate attempt to ensure she would never be vulnerable again, she had handed her greatest enemy the exact psychological weapon needed to destroy the only man she truly loved.Julian’s laughter broke the suffocating silence—a harsh, jagged sound that scraped against the walls of the shattered sanctuary. It was the laugh of a man who had lost a 12 billion USD empire, spent six months rotting in solitary confinement, and had finally clawed his way back from hell to claim his vengeance."A pragmatic choice, Morretti," Julian sneered, his grip t

The pale, sickly green wisp of the genetically targeted mutation slipped through the fractured steel dampers, twisting like a serpent in the amber emergency light. It was Project Ouroboros, and it was actively seeking the specific cellular markers of Dante Morretti’s DNA. Elara watched the gas descend, her brilliant mind paralyzing for a fraction of a second as the sheer horror of her own creation became a tangible reality. Dante didn't flinch. He didn't look at the gas, nor did he look at Elara with accusation. His survival instincts, honed in the deadliest syndicates on earth, overrode the bleeding wound of her betrayal."We need negative pressure," Dante barked, his voice cutting through the screech of the failing ventilation shafts. He grabbed Elara by her tactical harness, physically hauling her away from the center of the room. "If we cannot stop the gas from entering, we must give it somewhere else to go. The glass, Elara. Can the terminal open the exterior windows?"Elara’s ey

The deafening roar of the Pacific Ocean breaching the subterranean hull was a sound Elara would never forget—a terrifying, primal scream of millions of gallons of pressurized saltwater obliterating reinforced concrete. The massive thermal cooling intakes of Genesis Island’s Sector 2 server farm shattered inward, launching a violent, churning tidal wave of dark water and jagged debris directly into the cavernous room. Instantly, the monolithic black server racks, housing the digital infrastructure of Elara's 12 billion USD empire, were ripped from their bedrock mounts and crushed like aluminum cans.Dante reacted with the instinctual, terrifying speed of a man who had spent his entire life outrunning death. He didn't look at the water, and he didn't look at the impenetrable ballistic glass where Julian Sterling stood smiling. Dante simply grabbed the heavy tactical webbing of Elara’s vest, his massive hand twisting into the nylon, and hurled her violently toward the steel maintenance l

"The eastern pylons are buckling," Elara replied, her voice strained as she squeezed past a cluster of severed optical cables. "Julian's partial detonation compromised the bedrock anchors. If the tilt exceeds fifteen degrees, the main atmospheric bulkheads will snap. The ocean will take the rest of the facility in minutes." Suddenly, a violent tremor racked the tunnel. A high-pressure steam pipe just inches from Dante's head ruptured with a deafening hiss. Scalding white vapor blasted into the confined space. "Get back!" Dante roared, throwing his weight backward and pinning Elara against the grated flooring. The blistering heat washed over his heavy tactical jacket, singeing the edges of his collar. He gritted his teeth, feeling the intense burn on his exposed neck, shielding her with his body until the automated emergency valves kicked in and choked off the ruptured line. Panting, he rolled off her in the sweltering dark. "You okay?" Elara stared up at him, her sharp eyes wide i