The Unshackled Queen: Never Say Never

Hannahs gaze hardened as she exchanged a determined look with Bryson.

The bodyguards, though on edge, remained still, unable to act under the threat of the targeting lasers.

As the needle pierced her skin, Hannah closed her eyes, and when she opened them, Brysons worried face was the last thing she saw.

She smiled faintly before dizziness overtook her.

It was anesthesia.

Her consciousness faded, and her body collapsed.

The masked man caught her, motioning for someone to inject Bryson with the same anesthetic.

With both targets subdued, he turned and said, Lets go.

We have what we came for. At the hospital, a call came in on Petersons phone, and he answered it.

Master, weve captured both targets! came the voice of the masked man.

Good, Peterson replied coolly.

Take Bryson to the arena, and as for Hannah… He paused, then grinned.

Send her to Twilight Dimness at the arena.

Let her settle in there.

Clutching his side, Peterson added, When my wounds heal, well have our fun.

The masked man nodded and continued, Master, theres no word from Remingtons side.

His status is unclear.

He doesnt matter, Peterson said dismissively.

Find it-his fate is irrelevant.

Understood.

Ill notify you once the key is found, the masked man responded.

With that, Peterson hung up, his gaze hardening as a cold smile curled on his lips.

In his world, power belonged to those who controlled everything.

Therefore, anyone standing in his way would be crushed.

At Lyons Manor, smoke billowed from the wreckage, with debris strewn everywhere.

Sirens wailed in the distance, and those searching the grounds scattered at the sound.

Good thing Miss Moore had the foresight to tell us to hide in the secret chamber when things seemed off, Conor said, helping Remington out of the rubble. Sir, are you alright? Remington, covered in dust, coughed but managed to maintain his composure.

Im fine.

But Hannah and Bryson… Theyre resourceful, sir.

Im sure theyll find a way out, Conor assured him.noveldrama

Just then, a badly injured guard stumbled toward them, breathless.

Mr.

Lyons, somethings wrong.

Miss Moore and Mr.

Mitchell have been taken by unknown assailants! Hearing this, Remingtons eyes flared with anger and worry.

What? Mobilize all our forces! I want answers immediately! And get my covert team ready-were going after them!