“Lorenzo…stop.” Isabella screamed.
He didn’t even pause or hesitate. He just kept walking. The very man who had always been in charge and had once controlled every room he entered, now moved like he was being directed through it.
“Lorenzo!” she called again, running to meet him. She caught up to him, grabbing his arm hard and this time, he stopped.
But not because of her, something in his system had acknowledged the interruption. He turned slowly and met her with a cold stare.
“Release,” he commanded flatly. But Isabella didn’t let go.
“Where are you going?” she asked.
“Objective pending,” he replied.
“That’s not good,” Sofia muttered under her breath.
Her tablet lit up again, tracking something new.
“His system just updated, he’s receiving external directives.”
“From him?” Isabe
