Chapter 1187:
Her father dispatched a team of elite operatives to Eshea, fully prepared to escort her home. With the situation rapidly deteriorating and the growing threat from VS making her exposure a serious liability, retrieving her had become urgent. Fearing she might die in Eshea, her father had pulled every string available to bring her back.
After locating Kristen, the team planned to extract her that very night — but she stopped them cold with a single question. “Did you bring the weapons?”
“We have enough firepower to get you safely across the border,” one operative replied. “Once that’s done, we head straight back.”
“No,” Kristen said flatly. “There’s something I have to finish first.”
One of the operatives objected immediately. “It’s too risky. The situation could escalate quickly.”
J𝘰𝗂𝗇 о𝗎𝗋 𝗰𝗈mm𝘶ո𝗂𝘵y oո 𝗀𝖺𝗹n𝗈ve𝗹s.с𝗈𝘮
“I’m not leaving until this is done,” Kristen snapped, her tone unyielding. “I’d rather die here than run. Do you want to carry my body home?”
Frank wanted to escape as well, but knowing the operation wasn’t complete — and that leaving now meant certain death — he tried to calm her. “I’ll handle it for you. Just go.”
“Without my father backing you, you’re useless,” Kristen sneered. “Besides, killing Rylie is something only I can do. I’ll make her pay for every humiliation she’s ever put me through.”
The moment he heard Rylie’s name, unease washed over Frank. “Kristen, that woman is dangerous — far smarter than you realize. You’re not ready to face her, not like this.”
Kristen’s expression twisted with fury. “Frank! Aren’t you angry she discarded you? You’re living off scraps I wouldn’t feed a dog! Don’t you feel anything? You coward — I’m done with you!”
The moment she hinted at leaving him, panic seized Frank, and he hurried to placate her. “I want her dead even more than you do,” he said gently. “I’m just worried about you. If something happened to you, I couldn’t go on. I may be weak, but I love you enough to die for you.”
Her expression softened slightly. “Once Rylie is dead, I leave immediately. Killing her comes first.”
“Can we really pull this off with so few people?” Frank asked anxiously. “She’s heavily guarded. If this goes wrong, you’ll be in danger.”
Kristen turned toward the operatives, confidence blazing in her eyes. “My father trained every one of you. You’re the best. You’ll figure out the details — but I’m the one who ends Rylie.”
Driven by Rylie’s deliberate provocation, Kristen chose to gamble everything, fully aware of the risks. What neither she nor Frank realized was that every move they made was leading them straight into the trap Rylie had already laid.
As the prey slowly closed in, Rylie noticed the increasing surveillance during her outings — yet she remained calm and unbothered.
Apart from coordinating drug research with Marinth’s laboratories and professors, she maintained a consistent routine: home, work at Sweetberry, consultations at HaloFlow Hospital, then back home to dine and rest with Brad.
Kristen’s team quickly memorized this predictable pattern. After three nights of intense planning built around Rylie’s carefully structured schedule, they finalized what they believed was an airtight operation.
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