Chapter 119

The dimly lit room, hidden beneath layers of concrete and secrecy, exuded an air of clandestine operations.

This was the very place where Denera and Gerald had convened before, plotting their machinations away from prying eyes. — The Serpent's Den

The walls were adorned with detailed maps and surveillance photos. A single, flickering light bulb hung from the ceiling, casting elongated shadows that danced menacingly around the room.

Gerald arrived first, his footsteps echoing through the narrow corridor that led to the room.

He took a seat at the old wooden table in the center, its surface scarred from years of use. Moments later, Denera entered, her presence as commanding as ever.

She walked with a purpose, her heels clicking sharply against the concrete floor.

“Gerald,” she greeted, taking her seat opposite him. Her eyes were sharp, her demeanor exuding both confidence and frustration.

“Denera,” he replied, a slight nod acknowledging her arrival.

They sat in silence for a moment,