"The location is an old warehouse near the harbor, Mr. Nathan. Coordinates are locked. They're inside—at least three of them, lightly armed," reported one of the bodyguards over the car radio.
Elena immediately turned to Nathan, who was in the driver’s seat.
"We have to hurry. I don’t care if they’re armed or not. What matters is that Alva is safe."
Nathan nodded, his gaze sharp.
"Stay calm. We’ll get him out."
Soon, their motorcade stopped about two hundred meters from an old, run-down warehouse near the harbor. From the outside, it looked abandoned—but the appearance was deceiving. Dozens of Elena’s bodyguards had already spread out, silently surrounding the building from all sides.
"All teams on standby. On my signal, we go in together," Nathan instructed over the radio.
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