Chapter 1154
Naturally, Miguel’s men didn’t stand idle. The instant the Star Society members charged, they surged forward to intercept, and chaos exploded through the lobby.
Without Matthew to lead them, and under Miguel’s crushing presence, Star Society’s ranks quickly fell apart. One by one, they went down, their resistance fading fast.
Miguel had no patience for the scuffle. He turned toward the staircase, flanked by his black-clad guards. He wouldn’t risk the elevator—it wasn’t under his control, and if the enemy shut it down, they would be trapped like rats. The stairs were his only safe route.
Seeing Miguel move toward the staircase, Matthew, still sprawled on the floor, clenched his teeth and shouted,
“Stop him!”
A handful of Star Society members scrambled to block Miguel’s way, but their efforts were in vain. He brushed past them as if they were made of paper.
Without a glance back, Miguel set his foot on the first step and began his steady climb to the second floor.
Up on the third floor, Jason stood before a row of monitors, watching the chaos unfold below. He didn’t recognize the man on the screen, but the sheer power in the man’s movements told him all he needed to know. The name came to him instantly—Miguel Griffiths. And Miguel was here to take Elliana away.
Jason had watched the fight between Miguel and Matthew without blinking. He knew exactly how terrifying Miguel’s strength was. He also knew one grim truth—he wouldn’t be able to stop Miguel if Miguel reached the third floor. And with Maxine expected at any moment, the situation was hanging by a thread.
His fists clenched until his knuckles turned white. His gaze fixed on the operating room door, unwavering and fierce. That door would not open for any enemy.
while he was still breathing. Anyone who wanted through would have to walk over his dead body.
With that thought burning in his chest, Jason turned to his subordinates.
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“All of you, get to the second floor. You can’t stop that man, but you can stall him. Hold him off as long as you can.”
They needed time. Time for Elliana. Time for something—anything—to change.
“Yes!”
Without hesitation, Jason’s subordinates rushed down the stairs, leaving Jason standing guard alone outside the operating room.
The subordinates were among the Evans family’s finest, but even they couldn’t stand up to Miguel’s power. They fought valiantly, managing to delay him for only thirty minutes.
About thirty minutes later, Miguel reached the third floor, his men following close behind. He stopped in front of the operating room.
Jason stood waiting, every muscle tense, his eyes locked on Miguel.
Behind Jason, the men transferred from Moonveil had arrived and formed a solid line, their faces calm, their fear buried deep. Miguel stopped about fifteen feet away, glancing up at the glowing surgical light above the door.
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