Chapter 125

Andrew paced back and forth across the cold stone floor, his mind was racing with plans that didn’t make sense yet. He should’ve been locked in place by the heavy chains bolted to the ground, but they were slack around his ankles, loose from hours of fiddling and tugging. Sweat dripped down his temple as he tried to calculate his next move.

"If I can just... get the hell out of here..." Andrew muttered under his breath, glancing at the rusted door to the dungeon.

His heart pounded, hope flickering inside him for the first time in days. He needed to escape before Diego’s men realized anything was off. Just a little more time—

Suddenly, the heavy metal door creaked open, and Andrew froze mid-step.

The guard—a burly man with a crooked nose and a permanent sneer—stepped inside, his eyes narrowing at the sight of Andrew standing freely, unchained.

“What the—” The guard’s gaze darted to the chains lying limply on the ground. “You’re supposed to be locked up, you rat!”

Andrew’s sto
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