Chapter hundred Forty-one

The morning sun cast long shadows as Jackson and Charles stood outside the formidable gates of the estate, their faces set in grim determination.

Today was the day they had been preparing for, the day they would intercept the conclave and rescue Sophia before it was too late.

Charles, clad in a suit of armor concealed beneath his tailored suit, exuded an air of authority as he surveyed the scene before him.

Jackson stood by his side, his resolve steeling him for the challenges that lay ahead.

"Are you ready for this?" Charles asked, his voice steady despite the gravity of their mission.

Jackson nodded, his jaw set in determination. "As ready as I'll ever be," he replied, his gaze fixed on the imposing building looming before them.

With a nod of affirmation, Charles turned to his assembled bodyguards, a group of elite soldiers armed and ready for battle.

They exchanged a series of silent signals, their movements coordinated and precise, as they prepared to breach the fortress-like

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