Romans & histoires Solo Farming In The Tower Chapter 80

Five levers, one for each bell. I grab the nearest one, pushing with all my might. It doesn’t budge. I move to the next one, then the next. I grit my teeth and throw my whole weight against them. Not a single one moves. I look down from the open windows of the tower, where Zen is standing in front of the guillotine now. Fuckmylife. Fuckmylife. Fuckmylife. With a sound that could only be the growl of an outraged animal, I whip the dagger from my belt and start to cut through the first rope that attaches to a wooden wheel from the lever.

Jackson froze. Harrison rose slowly from the console. “She married you for survival. You married her to save your company. Both of you used each other. I only sharpened the blade you created.” Cole stepped forward, voice strained. “Enough. The tower is in purge mode. If you don’t stop it, you’ll lose everything too.” Harrison looked at Cole as though he were an insect. “I won’t lose anything.” He snapped his fingers. The screens changed. Savannah felt her knees weaken.

Grant, for the love of the moon, look at your screen! I’ve been howling at your line for an hour!" I stared at the device in my hand, watching Jeffrey’s messages flood the interface. We were in a high-tier suite at the Pacific Crest Resort, and the silence of the Silverwood was being shattered by the frantic vibration of my phone. [Where have you shifted to? Answer me, Grant!] [Look, you have a pup at the Tower. He’s sitting in your chair, and he’s claiming to be your blood! A literal heir just walked through the front gates!]

Mama is mine. END OF CHAPTER 14