Chapter 970
“Nothing bad, I promise. Just a massive project that requires my immediate attention.
It’s highly classified right now, but you’ll hear about it when the dust settles p>
Harvey was smart enough not to push for details. “Are you going to be in any danger p>
“Not a chance. Don’t worry about me p>
It was a bold-faced lie, but she wasn’t about to drag a civilian into her cartel war.
“If you need backup, for anything, just say the word p>
“I will p>
Mira offered him a reassuring smile.
He was a genuinely good friend. If a situation ever arose where she needed his specific talents, she wouldn’t hesitate to call him in.
The second Mira walked through the grand doors of her estate, she fanned out a thick stack of crisp bills and yelled, “Eleanor!
Guess what I brought home p>
The old woman shot her an exasperated look. “Any toddler can see that’s cash. But why on earth are you waving a wad of bills in my face like a mob boss p>
Then, remembering that grades had been posted today, Eleanor’s face instantly lit up with a brilliant smile. “Oh! Wait, don’t tell me p>
“Bingo! I took home the Grand President’s Scholarship. A cool twenty grand. Consider it your new poker fund p>
Mira grinned, her eyes sparkling with playful mischief, finally looking like the carefree young woman she was supposed to be.
“Now that’s what I like to hear! Spending my granddaughter’s academic winnings is going to feel absolutely glorious.
Rachel! Set up the game tables for tomorrow. I need to flaunt this to the girls p>
Seeing the pure joy radiating from Eleanor’s face made every hour of studying entirely worth it.
Since Mira had grounded Eleanor to the estate, Rachel had taken it upon herself to invite the other affluent retirees from the neighborhood over for high-stakes card games.
The staff ensured a constant flow of gourmet hors d’oeuvres and premium teas for the guests.
It was all purely to keep Eleanor entertained and oblivious to the chaos brewing outside.
Right in the middle of lunch, Celine called again. Her voice was pure panic. “Mira, it’s a disaster.
The police tracked the flight logs. Adeline flew directly into a border city, but the trail goes completely cold the second she stepped off the plane.
They pinged her phone’s last known GPS coordinate. She successfully crossed into Balkana… and then the signal just died p>
“She is out of her goddamn mind. A grown woman, and she has zero rational thought p>
Mira had deliberately left the phone on speaker. The entire table was listening-a calculated move to teach Eleanor and Rachel a harsh lesson in situational awareness.
With her and Owen deploying imminently, she needed her household thoroughly terrified of leaving the heavily guarded estate.
“What on earth is that woman thinking?” Eleanor scoffed in disbelief. “She’s not going to save her daughter; she’s just going to serve herself up on a silver platter to the same monsters p>
She shook her head in disapproval.
“When tragedy strikes, the adults in the family have to remain ice-cold. You don’t panic. You strategize.
They should have been working with the authorities to coordinate a proper extraction.
Charging into a foreign black zone driven by blind emotion? You don’t survive a place like that playing the lone hero p>
Eleanor practically delivered a tactical breakdown of the situation.
Mira smirked. The old woman’s cutthroat instincts from her days ruling the Quinn Group were still razor-sharp.
At least she wouldn’t have to worry about Eleanor doing something incredibly stupid while she was gone.
For the rest of the day, Owen was buried in executing the operational handover of the Lance Group. Mira seamlessly transferred total
authority of Solflare Group toms
Felix
Grant, not losing a single ounce of sleep over it.
While she was off the grid, any absolute emergencies could be routed to a secure satellite line. Everything else would sit in a holding pattern until she returned to her throne.
Dominic was ready to pull the trigger on the raid at any second. With their deployment window closing fast,
Mira and Master Ellis locked
themselves in the lab to
mass-produce the chemical
arsenal.
They synthesized a massive batch
BUT
of experimental beta-blockers for Eleanor’s heart, but the bulk of their focus was on pure, unfiltered destruction-weaponized sedatives, brutal hallucinogens, instantly lethal neurotoxins, and a heavy supply of Necrotic Catalyst. They were leaving
absolutely nothing to chance.