The Unshackled Queen: Never Say Never

The masked man laughed.

We are merely using each other, Miss Moore.

Im the one who captured you in the first place, why would I have allowed you to escape so easily? You neednt bother trying to drive a wedge between me and my superior.

With that, he glanced at his watch and added, You have five minutes left.

After that, Ill actively start pursuing you.

Hannahs heart plummeted.

She spun around and dashed down the corridor, not once looking back.

Clutching the key tightly, she hurried out of the room, her mind racing with plans to meet Bryson and unravel the mystery.

Meanwhile, in the VIP area, Remington was frantically searching for Hannah but to no avail.

Just as he was about to alter his approach, his communication device buzzed with an anonymous message: If you want to find her, come to the main control room.

Remingtons eyes narrowed. He was aware it could be a trap, but he couldnt ignore even the slightest chance of finding her.

Making a swift decision, he resolved that since he had ventured this far, there was no turning back now.

Remington proceeded alone.

Heeding the instructions in the message, he navigated a convoluted path and eventually reached the main control room of the Twilight Dimness, which was heavily fortified.

Several robust guards manned the entrance, scrutinizing each passerby with suspicion.

Stop! Who are you? one of the guards demanded, stepping forward to block Remingtons path.

Unruffled, Remington replied, Im the new technician.

I received an emergency notice to check the systems in the main control room.

The guard eyed him dubiously, then grumbled and reluctantly stepped aside, muttering, Hurry up, and dont dawdle.

Remington successfully made his way into the main control room, his eyes widening slightly at the sight that greeted him.

In the center of the room, several enormous screens displayed real-time surveillance footage of various sectors within the Twilight Dimness.

Here we are, Mr.noveldrama

A deep voice emerged from the shadows.

A man donning a fox mask stepped into the light, his eyes gleaming cunningly through the openings in the mask.

Remington furrowed his brow, eyeing the figure with suspicion.

Who are you, and where is Hannah? Dont worry, Mr.

Lyons.

My identity isnt important.

What matters is that I can lead you to Hannah, provided you assist me in return.

Tell me, Remington demanded, his tone icy with reluctance to compromise.

Its quite straightforward.

I need your help to diminish the power of the current ruler of the Twilight Dimness, the man behind the fox mask proposed. Remington was perplexed.

Im unfamiliar with the mastermind behind the Twilight Dimness.

How am I supposed to aid you? Mr.

Lyons, the word has spread that your father has passed, and you are the heir apparent to the Lyons dynasty.

By aligning with us as the representative of the Lyons family, you would significantly aid my cause.

Remington scanned the room, weighing his options.

Why should I collaborate with you? Whats in it for me if I do? The mans voice remained even, exuding a confidence that he held all the cards.

You have no choice, Mr.

Lyons.

If youre not interested in finding Hannah, we have nothing to discuss.

But if you wish to leave this place unharmed, cooperation is your only option.