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The air inside the tunnel was damp and heavy. Every step Lewis, Elizabeth, and Daniel took echoed faintly against the narrow stone walls. The flashlight in Lewis’s hand cut a thin beam through the darkness, revealing an old underground passage that looked like it hadn’t been used in decades. Water dripped steadily from pipes overhead. Elizabeth wrapped her coat tighter around herself. “This place feels like it belongs in another century,” she whispered. Daniel glanced at the old brick arches above them. “It probably does. London’s underground is full of tunnels from the Victorian era.” Lewis kept walking. His focus was on the letter folded carefully inside his coat. The words refused to leave his mind. Your greatest enemy… is the one who betrayed me. That meant someone from his father’s inner circle had turned against him. Someone who had known everything. Elizabeth broke the silence. “Those men upstairs… they weren’t just random attackers.” Daniel nodded. “They knew e

The hallway light spilled into the dark apartment as the man stepped inside. Lewis, Elizabeth, and Daniel stood frozen. For a moment, no one spoke. The man closed the door behind him calmly, as if he were entering his own home rather than confronting three people who had just uncovered a dangerous secret. He looked around the apartment with quiet interest. “So,” he said, brushing a drop of rain from his coat, “you found Daniel’s father’s archive.” Daniel’s voice sharpened immediately. “Who are you?” The man’s eyes moved toward him. A faint smile appeared. “You must be Daniel Carter’s son.” Daniel stiffened. “How do you know my father?” The man tilted his head slightly. “Because your father and I worked together many years ago.” Lewis stepped forward. “And your name?” The man met his gaze directly. “Victor Langford.” Elizabeth exchanged a quick glance with Daniel. Lewis felt the name stir something in his memory. Then he remembered. Langford Industries. One of th

Rain continued pouring over the crashed car. Smoke drifted slowly from the damaged engine while the distant sound of traffic filled the night. Inside the vehicle, silence hung heavy. Elizabeth watched Lewis carefully. His face had gone pale. Completely still. Daniel noticed it too. “Lewis,” he said cautiously, “what did he say?” Lewis didn’t answer immediately. Victor’s grip on his arm had weakened, but his eyes were still locked on Lewis. “You see now,” Victor whispered weakly, “why they tried to stop me.” Elizabeth leaned closer, her voice tight with concern. “Lewis… who is it?” Lewis slowly leaned back in his seat. His mind felt like it was spinning. The name Victor had spoken was impossible. It didn’t make sense. It couldn’t be true. Daniel pressed again. “Lewis.” Finally, Lewis spoke. His voice was low. “He said… the man who betrayed my father…” Elizabeth held her breath. “…was Charles Whitmore.” Daniel frowned. “Charles?” Then realization hit him. Lew

The clinic felt suddenly smaller. The rain tapping against the windows was the only sound in the room. Lewis stood frozen beside the table, the letter from his mother still in his hand. Elizabeth looked between Lewis and Doctor Hayes. “Say it again,” she whispered. Doctor Hayes didn’t move. “The leader of The Circle is Alexander Whitmore.” Daniel blinked. “Alexander… Whitmore?” Lewis slowly shook his head. “That’s impossible.” Elizabeth looked confused. “Who is that?” Daniel answered quietly. “Lewis’s grandfather.” The room went silent again. Elizabeth’s eyes widened. “You mean the founder of Whitmore Global?” Lewis spoke slowly, disbelief still clear in his voice. “My grandfather died fifteen years ago.” Doctor Hayes gave a small, sad smile. “No.” She folded her arms. “He didn’t.” Daniel stared at her. “You’re saying one of the most powerful men in the world faked his death?” Victor nodded calmly. “Exactly.” Elizabeth’s heart pounded. “That means…” She l

The rain had stopped by the time Lewis, Elizabeth, Daniel, and Victor reached the private airstrip outside London. The sky above them was dark and heavy with clouds, but the runway lights glowed softly across the empty field. Elizabeth looked around nervously. “This place looks abandoned.” Daniel shook his head. “It’s private.” He pointed toward a sleek black jet waiting near the hangar. “Very private.” Victor leaned against the side of a black SUV they had borrowed along the way. The crash and the chase had clearly taken a toll on him, but he still forced a small smile. “Your father used this runway many times.” Lewis stared at the jet. “So the Whitmore family owns this too?” Victor nodded. “Your grandfather believed in having escape routes.” Elizabeth crossed her arms. “That’s comforting… in a terrifying way.” Daniel walked toward the plane and checked the stairs. “The pilot’s ready.” Lewis turned toward him. “You arranged this?” Daniel shrugged. “My father left