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Tears streamed down Maja's cheeks in heavy drops as the weight of her predicament bore down on

her.

What was she to do? After all the trouble to find her mother, was she to leave her in this cold, dreary

basement?

Who could be so cruel? Who was responsible for this?

Her lips tightened, a cold fury settled in her eyes. Never before had she felt such a desire to take

someone's life.

"Maja."

Ian wrapped his arms around her, feeling utterly helpless.

He had planned for every contingency, but he hadn't expected the stronghold where they held Cynthia

to be so impenetrable.

Gunshots still echoed in the background as he lifted Maja into his arms.

She tried to struggle, but her strength was failing her.

"I'm sorry, you need to rest."

With a swift chop to the nape of her neck, Ian knocked her out.

Maja's eyes widened in disbelief before she slipped into unconsciousness.

Behind them, Cynthia remained seated behind the door, oblivious to the chaos outside, her detached

expression unchanged.

Ian signaled to his men with a calm voice.

"Have the mute caretaker that looked after her continue to do so."

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He had to get Maja out first. The goons from K's outfit were already on their way.

Carrying Maja in his arms, Ian made his way outside.

Cynthia sat in the silence of the basement, the two stunned guards already dragged away by others.

The space was quiet again, as it always was for her, a silence that felt as if she was the only person left

in the world.

Within the sturdy walls of the basement, over a thousand cameras watched her, like a thousand eyes

fixating on her every move.

As the door to the basement closed slowly, Cynthia remained unaware that someone had tried to

rescue her, unaware that her daughter, whom she had worried over, had been there.

Ian, carrying Maja, had just stepped out of the basement when a barrage of gunfire met his ears.

His men were returning fire.

Approaching the car, he noticed Patric had come to, his eyes fixing Ian with a deep stare.

Ian frowned, holding Maja protectively.

Patric chuckled coldly.

"Do you think you can get out of here unscathed?"

"What have you done?" Ian demanded.

Patric's lips curled into a smirk as he pointed to his chest.

"I made a deal with K, let him plant a tracker right here."

Ian grabbed Patric's collar, anger flashing in his eyes.

"Have you lost your mind, Patric?"

Patric swatted his hand away, defiant.

He seemed resigned to his fate, unafraid of dying at Ian's hands.

Ian let go of Patric's collar and grabbed a knife from nearby, slicing open the fabric over Patric's chest.

It looked like Ian was determined to find the tracker.

But Patric had buried the tracker close to his heart as a safeguard against Ian.

Ian wasn't a surgeon. A slip of the knife, and Patric was a dead man.

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It meant Ian would have killed his own elder brother.

Did Ian have the guts?

Patric was right. This body belonged to Eric.

And Eric had never wronged Ian.