Chapter 200 - Excellent Aim (1/2)
Up in the penthouse suite, everyone was holding their breaths as time stood still even with the blaring siren filling the atmosphere.
All eyes focused on the wall full of monitors, waiting to catch a glimpse of the intruder that triggered the alarm, but the longer they waited, the drier their eyes got and not even a shadow registered on the screen.
”Is it another glitch?” Wyatt asked, turning his head to face Maxen who had three creases on his forehead.
Scratching the skin above his eyebrow, Maxen replied, ”I think it is.”
”Yeah, I see nothing,” Wyatt stated the obvious, tapping the monitor with a finger twice.
He then pivoted in his step and was about to leave the room when a beeping sound echoed in the room. ”What's that?” He scanned the area and confusion painted his face when Maxen sprinted out of the room.
He reached out for Maxen's arm, grabbing it to stop his friend from rushing out. Especially when the security team was still clearing the entire penthouse floor for a potential threat.
”Olivia,” Maxen huffed, yanking his arm free from Wyatt's hold. ”Olivia's in trouble. She just pressed her panic button. We need to go downstairs to her apartment. Now!”
He knew that special beeping sound. He would listen to it during his free time—in the car, after a meeting, or even as he pissed in the loo—and trained his ears to memorize the sound by heart, knowing that hearing it would mean one thing: Olivia's in danger.
Against the protocols of him staying in a safe place should a threat arose, Maxen zoomed out of the room and exited through the fire exit that would lead to Olivia's decoy apartment.
Although Wyatt tried to stop Maxen one more time, he retreated when the latter took out a gun from his inside pocket, ready to shoot whoever blocked his way or whatever threat was waiting for him.
It was the glint of mayhem burning in the prince's eyes—one that held a promise of retribution in case someone dared cross the line and hurt someone dear to his heart.
Left with no choice, men in different kinds of uniforms, ranging from decorated military officials down to his security team, trailed behind Maxen as he dashed towards Olivia's decoy apartment, leaving a trail of smoke in his path.
It didn't help that the door to Olivia's decoy apartment was open and what was once Maxen briskly walking turned into a full sprint. ”Baby! You scared me!” Maxen exclaimed as he panted once he got inside.
Arriving shortly after him were the men and women he left behind in his haste. They stood by the threshold and their faces were akin to a Picasso painting, what with how contorted with a shock it was.
To everyone's surprise, they found Olivia sitting by the kitchen island, her feet dangled by the tall barstool as she took her time drinking a glass of water.
Everyone was scratching their heads as they regarded Olivia, whose pinky finger stuck out as she tipped the glass and drank every drop of water in it.
The group of military officers' eyes moved and followed the glass when Olivia peeled it from her lips and placed it on the countertop.
What added to their confusion too was finding an unconscious Lance Go below her feet with a gunshot wound on his manhood.
Wyatt surveyed the area. His brows slanted up in a pyramid as he saw the trail of blood smeared the length of the hallway from a bedroom.