《THE BILLIONAIRE HIDDEN BRIDE: Reborn for Revenge 》全部章節：第 191 章 - 第 200 章

Welcome to JakartaHot, humid air hit them the moment the door of the Boeing Business Jet opened on the tarmac of Soekarno‑Hatta International Airport. The sharp scent of jet fuel mixed with the earthy aroma of damp soil left behind by a tropical rainstorm a stark contrast to the cool, crisp London air they had left behind barely twelve hours earlier.Mavric Thorne stepped down, wearing dark glasses that concealed his sharp, intense eyes. He was dressed in a lightweight grey linen suit an outfit Liora had suggested, so he would not stand out too conspicuously, though his commanding presence remained undeniable. Beside him, Liora Valerius looked elegant in a white silk blouse and high‑waisted palazzo trousers, her hair pulled back neatly, projecting the polished, professional air of an international business consultant.“Welcome to Jakarta, Mavric,” Liora murmured, glancing toward the VIP terminal which looked calm, yet felt suspiciously quiet. “Don’t let the traffic jams and frien

Escape from DeathThe tremor began at the base of the helipad’s concrete — a terrifying low‑frequency throb, signaling that the C4 detonator Grace had planted had reached its final seconds. The thick mist of Puncak, once an ally to Mavric Thorne and Liora Valerius, had now turned into a misleading trap. Beneath the flickering glow of the helipad lights, Mavric looked at Liora with an expression that commanded one thing only: trust me.“JUMP, LIORA!” Mavric roared.He did not wait for an answer. He seized Liora by the waist, pulled her into a possessive, protective embrace, and hurled both their bodies over the helipad’s safety railing just as the first explosion tore through the air.BOOM!A devastating shockwave of heat slammed into Mavric’s back. The helipad’s concrete shattered into fragments, sending a shower of gravel and fire raining down to illuminate the night sky. They tumbled down the steep slope of a tea plantation, its soil damp with dew. Pain shot through Mavric’s sh

The Way Out of HellThe roar did not sound like an ordinary explosion; it was the groan of thousands of tons of steel and concrete finally surrendering to gravity. The Emerald Tower a symbol of corporate grandeur defiled by the dark ambitions of Julian Sr. began to tilt slowly. Deep underground, in the dim corridors of level B4 shrouded in freezing nitrogen mist, Mavric Thorne gripped Liora Valerius’s arm with near‑crushing force, pulling her away from the collapsing zone.“Don’t look back, Liora! Keep running!” Mavric shouted, his voice almost drowned out by the deafening sound of splitting walls.Behind them, the ceiling of the DNA storage bunker gave way, burying Konstantin and his elite team under tons of rubble. Flickering red emergency lights cast terrifying shadows across the buckling structures. Sebastian Vane ran ahead, kicking open an iron hatch leading into the building’s industrial waste drainage system.“Sir! This way! This tunnel connects directly to the outer flood

A Bloody PactThe sky over London that morning was a flat, heavy grey, as though the clouds themselves bore the weight of the secrets just uncovered within the Mayfair residence. But for Mavric Thorne, there was no time for reflection. Clad in a custom‑tailored black suit, cut with such sharp precision it looked as though it could draw blood from anyone who came too close, he strode into the Thorne Group headquarters at Canary Wharf.His footsteps echoed through the vast marble lobby. Beside him, Liora Valerius cut an equally formidable figure. She wore a deep maroon blazer, her hair pulled back in a sleek, severe style that gave her the unmistakable air of an executive who showed no mercy. They were no longer merely husband and wife; they were a corporate strike team, ready to sever the head of anyone who stood in their way.“This morning, every director affiliated with Julian Sr. will try to resign to safeguard their personal assets,” Liora murmured as they stepped into the priv

Confrontation at the Breaking PointHeavy rain lashed the quiet hills of Norfolk, forming a curtain of water that blurred all visibility along the narrow track leading to the Thorne family’s secluded safehouse. Inside the old stone‑walled building, the scent of burning wood from the fireplace could not dispel the frozen tension that hung in the air. Mavric Thorne sat in a large wooden chair, his body still wrapped in post‑operative bandages, yet his eyes had already regained that sharp gleam of a predator hungry for retribution.Liora Valerius or as Mavric now often called her, Valerina, a name that stood for her new‑found dignity and power stood before the wide glass window. In her hands she held a tablet displaying thermal radar scans of the outer perimeter. She no longer looked like the gentle assistant she had once been; a cold, commanding aura radiated from every movement she made.“They are already here, Mavric,” Liora murmured. “Three tactical units, moving in a diamond for