Chapter 239

Chapter 239:

“Tell them I’ll make a statement when I return,” she said. “And Alexander… have security check all other substations and junctions. This might not be the end of Rose’s attack.”

The line went silent for a moment. “You think there are more bombs?”

“I think Rose won’t stop until she’s destroyed everything we’ve built,” Camille replied. “Or until we stop her.”

As if to confirm her fears, a distant boom echoed through the early morning air. Camille rushed to the window just in time to see smoke rising from another part of the city.

“Alexander! What was that?” she demanded.

His voice came back tight with tension. “Substation 8 just went offline. Another explosion.”

Cold fear gripped Camille’s heart. One explosion could be managed. Two meant they were facing a coordinated attack designed to bring down the entire Grid.

“I’m coming back,” she said. “Have Hannah start emergency shutdown procedures for all non-essential systems. We need to reduce the load on the remaining substations.”

As she hurried back to her car, Camille’s phone buzzed with a text message from an unknown number. She opened it, already knowing who it would be from.

“Enjoying my surprise, sister? This is just the beginning. Everything you’ve built will burn.”

Rose’s words glowed on the screen, a digital taunt. Camille’s fingers tightened around the phone, rage and determination warring within her.

As Camille drove back toward control headquarters, her resolve hardened into something unbreakable. Rose wanted a war? She would get one. But not on her terms. Not anymore.

Rose stared at the television screen, her eyes glowing with feverish intensity as breaking news footage showed smoke billowing from Substation 12. The explosion had done exactly what she wanted—chaos, fear. The perfect beginning to Camille’s downfall.

“It’s beautiful,” she whispered, running her fingertips over the screen as if caressing a lover. “Look at them scramble.”

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Herod stood behind her, his face ashen as he watched emergency responders rush to the scene. This wasn’t what he had signed up for. Sabotage was one thing—corporate espionage, stock manipulation—those were the weapons of business warfare he understood. But this… this was terrorism.

“We’ve made our point,” he said, his voice tight. “The market will respond. Kane Industries’ stock will plummet. We can…”

“Point?” Rose spun around, her eyes wild. “We haven’t even started.” She crossed to the hotel room’s small table, where she’d spread out maps of the Phoenix Grid’s infrastructure. The maps were covered in red circles, targets. “Substation 8 is next, and then we hit the main control center.” Her finger jabbed at the largest circle. “And then…” She smiled, the expression devoid of warmth. “And then Kane Industries headquarters.”

Herod’s stomach lurched. “Kane Industries? The building could have hundreds of people inside.”

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