Chapter 533

Chapter 533:

The words hit like a hammer. “The Warship Isle? Ten years?” Jacoby’s voice cracked with horror.

Even Beal, who had been relentlessly chasing his brother moments ago, crumpled to the floor in defeat.

Warship Isle was no ordinary prison—it was a fortress of isolation, reserved for the most dangerous criminals. A ten-year sentence there was as good as a death sentence, a place where hope went to die.

But Ashton, cold as a winter wind, gave no second thought to their despair. The brothers had played with fire by aiding a terrorist organization, one that posed an enormous threat to society. Their lives, spared though they were, hung by the thinnest thread of mercy.

Whether they survived the next ten years would depend not on Ashton’s conscience, but on their own luck.

Stepping out of the station, Ashton glanced up at the moon, which shimmered like a silent sentinel in the dark sky. He heaved a weary sigh.

Though he had managed to pry out some useful information, the Marquez brothers were small fish in the grand scheme of the Dark Night Organization. They had merely played supporting roles in Fraser’s grand design.

All Ashton knew for sure was that Fraser was planning a large-scale terrorist attack at an imminent major event. But what the event was and what Fraser’s purpose was for such actions remained a mystery.

“An imminent major event?” Ashton muttered, sifting through the possibilities in his mind.

Suddenly, it clicked. If Fraser wanted to make a catastrophic statement, one event loomed large, fitting his profile perfectly. It was none other than the birthday celebration of Rayden, the director of the Staville Police Headquarters.

Four days passed in the blink of an eye, and the only notable event in Staville was the mysterious disappearance of the Marquez brothers.

𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖚𝖕𝖉𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖌𝖆𝖑𝖓𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖑𝖘.𝖈𝖔𝖒

Today marked the birthday of Rayden, the director of Staville Police Department. Ashton, having made secret preparations, arrived punctually at the hotel where the celebration was being held.

By the time Ashton made his entrance, the venue was already bustling with guests, many of whom were influential figures in business and politics. Ashton couldn’t think of a more fitting moment for Fraser’s planned attack than this gathering.

Alisha, Rayden’s daughter, who had once met Ashton, was dressed in a stunning black evening gown and wore exquisite makeup for her father’s birthday, which only added to her natural beauty. Her striking appearance captivated many guests.

At that moment, Alisha stood next to her father at the banquet hall entrance, welcoming the arrivals. Her eyes lit up with curiosity when she noticed Ashton approaching.

Seeing his daughter’s intrigued expression, Rayden followed her gaze and also noticed Ashton’s arrival. While greeting guests, Rayden’s smile widened. He took Alisha’s arm and walked over to Ashton.

“Mr. Baldwin, I’m thrilled you made it to my birthday celebration. I must tend to other guests now, so my daughter will show you to your seat,” Rayden said, still smiling.

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