Chapter 638 Need A Little Push
A week had passed since the disastrous bombing, and Cecilia was now in Algeria, meticulously overseeing the completion of another Junction Tower. This time, however, the atmosphere was charged with a palpable tension, the security protocols intensified exponentially. Her gaze swept across the construction site, sharp and focused, scrutinizing every movement, every shadow.
The guards stationed around the perimeter moved with mechanical precision, their orders clear and their purpose singular—ensure the safety of the tower at all costs. The air was thick with the electric hum of heightened alertness.
*BEEEEEEEP!!!*
The sudden clamor of a loud sensor pierced the air, sending a wave of alert through the site. Cecilia's reaction was instantaneous; her figure blurred into motion, swiftly followed by a cadre of heavily armed guards.
They converged on the source of the alert where Asher stood, his grip iron-tight on the collar of a man who was dressed impeccably like a guard, "Mrs. Sterling, we caught this cult member trying to slip in a bomb," Asher reported with a disdainful scoff.
Cecilia approached, her eyes wide with disbelief, "You? Isn't he one of the security heads?" she murmured, remembering interacting with this face just yesterday regarding the project.
"A perfect disguise," Asher replied. With a swift motion, he removed a device from the man's wrist, and the facade melted away to reveal a completely different person—shabby hair and tattoos sprawled across his skin, a stark contrast to the polished official they had seen moments before.
The crowd of officials and other staff gathered around gasped in unison, taken aback by the transformation. Asher continued, "Thanks to his device, the security system I had your people install caught him in time."
Cecilia's fists clenched at her sides, her aura getting heavier as she glared at the captured man. "How dare you... Which cult are you from, and who is your Master?" she demanded, her voice ice-cold.
The man lifted his head to meet her gaze, but his expression twisted in pain. Before he could respond, agony overtook him; he coughed up blood, his body convulsing slightly. Fiind updated novels on no/v/elbin(.)co/m
Cecilia's frown deepened, "Something is wrong with his body. I need a healer here. Now!" she called out urgently. Her assistants scrambled to respond, but it was too late. The man's eyelids drooped, his body went limp, and his breathing ceased.
"Did he just die?" Cecilia uttered in disbelief, her eyes searching the man's still form for any sign of life.
Asher gently laid the man's body down on the ground and checked for a pulse. After a moment, he shook his head and sighed, "It seems so. It looks like he ingested something to kill himself, probably for a situation where he gets caught like this."
Cecilia closed her eyes briefly, a mixture of frustration and resignation washing over her, "These cunning demons," she muttered under her breath. Opening her eyes, she looked at Asher and asked urgently, "Where's the bomb?"
Asher casually snapped his fingers, summoning a curvy figure from the crowd. A tall, alluring, yet cold-faced woman with voluptuous curves stepped forward.
Her white hair was neatly tied up, and her subtly radiant red eyes scanned the surroundings behind rectangular spectacles. Dressed in a neat black coat with a white shirt underneath and black pants, she exuded an aura of both authority and mystery.
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