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Olivia’s voice turned tight. “What does that mean?” Leo looked at the timer again. The countdown suddenly dropped from two minutes… …to thirty seconds. Daniel’s face went pale. “That’s impossible.” Inside the vault Marcus smiled calmly. “Game over.” Sebastian’s eyes hardened. “Not yet.” The timer dropped again. Twenty seconds. Inside the penthouse Leo typed faster than ever. Daniel whispered, “Can you stop it?” Leo shook his head. “No time.” Olivia grabbed the edge of the table.

I have over 200 pages left to read so I won't be updating till after them on the 14th of December. After I'll take a mental health break and run marathon updates because we need to get this over with by January. Don't worry the ending is near. This book is only 85-95 chapters or less I suppose. Should I just let Adriano die by poison?

“We already drank the poison, which means our ten minutes have started.” “That’s correct.” “And from our barely enough ten minutes, is all this nonsense speech, and somehow we have to answer three questions also from our ten minutes?” “That’s correct.” “How much time do we have left, and what happens if we can’t fit into this time?” “You both die. You currently have eight minutes and four seconds left, which is why you need to just shut up and listen.” Great! Just great! Umbra didn’t just do better, they evolved.

Zoya cuts him off angrily "Mr. Aditya Hooda, mind your language and three years ago I already proved that my Rudra was not guilty. Did you forget?" To which Aditya replies with gritted teeth "How can I forget that, three years ago, first your fiancé then you, both ruined my happiness but looks like you forgot what I told you outside the courtroom." Zoya reminisces Aditya's words 'If you meet me again then I will ruin you.' Which Aditya completes "As whatever you saw was my love but my hatred is much more Limitless than my love." Zoya was about to say when her phone rings, she attends the call and soon she starts to get pale.

Readers, I hope that you enjoyed the bonus story Cult of Love. I will be away on a business trip from April 16-22nd, which means no updates from me for the week. I have another bonus story planned for this book and will start after I return. Spy Games will be about Cillian and Mila. It will show us how their side of the events of The Genius Delta unfolded and, I'm sure, give us insight into things we didn't know or see happen. So please stay tuned for their story. I know many are dying to know about Byron and Shannon as well. I haven't decided how or if I will write their story as I have so many others to write. So be patient.

The next 90 kilometers at 40 km/h… Two hours and fifteen minutes. Add it all. Three hours and 65 minutes. Wait— I corrected myself at the last possible second. Four hours and five minutes. My hand trembled as I wrote it down. Elias turned to me with wide eyes. He was only halfway through, but the buzzer had already rang. I quickly raised the board high into the air. North Crescent couldn’t finish it in time. “ELITE ORDER ACADEMY TAKES THE VICTORY!”

I still had no idea what was going on. “We are going to add an extra five minutes for voting. We understand that some people’s network is slow. To keep the suspense, the live poll will be closed for the remaining eight minutes,” a staff member suddenly announced. I looked at Roland, but he simply put his phone into his pocket and relaxed. I thought that if I could no longer see the live poll, I would feel more at ease—but I was wrong. My heart kept racing, and I wondered whether I would get a last-minute miracle or if the gap between Emily and me would only widen.

April's breathing was uneven as she lifted her up her face and looked into his eyes. "I--" He began but she cut him off. "Isn't this what you wanted?" She began, "Incase you have forgotten, this is a loveless marriage and we signed a contract which would expire in less than fifteen months. You have your life to live and so do I. After our contract ends, I'll go back to my life." She paused to catch her breath.

Nothing. As I walked toward my room, I found myself standing in front of Liam’s door. I looked down at my phone and saw that the time was 11:23 p.m., meaning that in exactly thirty-seven minutes, December 15th would have passed, and my birthday would be over, and Liam still hadn’t said a word to me. How does that even work?