Chapter 38

As Silas approached Zen, his hand extended, ready to search him, a smirk played on his lips. Zen’s gaze was steady, though his eyes were sharp with amusement. Silas’ hand brushed against the necklace, and his smile broadened.

“Gotcha!” Silas whispered triumphantly, drawing out the diamond necklace. “Here it is—”

Before he could finish, a loud crash echoed through the hall. Glass shattered from above, and the lights abruptly went out. Smoke bombs went off and suddenly the room was filled with a thick fog and gasps of shock as chaos erupted.

Zen’s hand trembled, his face paling. “I finally had the chance to—” His voice wavered, barely audible. “I finally had the chance to have some fun.”

The hall plunged into darkness, and the room was enveloped in a higher degree of chaos, broken only by distant shouts and hurried footsteps. From the shadows, Sinclair appeared, his voice cutting through the confusion. “Chief. Looks like there’s trouble.”

Zen’s eyes darted around as the invaders, clad