The Hidden Heir Billionaire System

The Hidden Camera

Jack's solemn nod was a silent acknowledgment of the gravity of the situation, his features a mask of resignation tempered by an underlying determination. Despite the turmoil churning within him, he understood that compliance was his only recourse, at least for the time being. With a heavy heart, he trailed behind the military police, their authoritative strides echoing in the narrow corridor like a dirge for the freedoms he was being forced to relinquish.

As they emerged into the cool embrace of the night air, Jack couldn't shake the feeling of being ensnared in a web of intrigue, of unseen eyes scrutinizing his every move from the shadows. The tension was palpable, thickening the air with an oppressive weight that seemed to suffocate him with each breath. With a resigned sigh, he slid into the backseat of the sleek black sedan that awaited him, the leather upholstery cold against his skin, a stark reminder of his captivity.

The military police exchanged a glance of mild surprise at