chapter 487

The echoes of destruction lingered in the mansion as Dexter, Charlotte, and Henry made their way through the halls, past the wreckage of the once-immaculate interior. The security systems, Harlan’s pride, were no longer operational. The chaos from the explosions had fractured the entire network of control he’d worked so hard to perfect. Guards were scattered, some unconscious, others still recovering from the surprise assault. Dexter could feel the adrenaline surging in his veins, but a weight settled over him, heavier than anything the physical fight had inflicted.

As they exited the building, the night air hit Dexter’s skin, a sharp contrast to the stifling tension of the mansion’s interior. He paused for a moment, his thoughts spinning, sorting through the rush of victory, the dissonant reality that lay ahead, and the uncertainties that still loomed large. The victory had been sweet, but Dexter knew better than to think this battle was over. The pieces on the board had just been re
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