Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 745: "We've pushed them back! Judging by how they move, there's a high chance that one is ST!" one of the operatives said to Kolton with urgency. "We've already deployed our countermeasures against ST and have successfully stalled their advance!" Kolton's fingers twitched, a subtle tremor giving away his apprehension. This was the one scenario he had feared most. "What about the second group?" he asked quietly. "That second group...

their combat style lines up almost exactly with Polaris." A sudden tension filled the room, and even the steady tapping of keyboards slowed to a cautious rhythm. Kolton narrowed his eyes, his tone dropping to a glacial whisper. "What did you just say? Did you just mention both ST and Polaris? Are you sure?" Without saying a word, the covert operative swiveled the monitor toward him. A few swift clicks brought up a partially decoded segment. "We identified their digital signature. It's hidden under layers of encryption, but the core markers are still there." Kolton's composure cracked.

"Impossible!" He sprang from his seat and slammed his hand against the desk. The glass nearby rattled violently, nearly tipping over. "Those two groups have been at each other's throats for years! Why would they ever join forces?" "Could be a coincidence," one operative muttered. "Or maybe... someone pulled strings for them and made them join forces." "Enough!" Kolton's eyes cut through the room like a sharpened knife. "Tell me. Who could do that? Is there anyone out there powerful enough to control both groups? Who has that kind of reach?

Stop tossing around wild theories to cover your failures!" Stay tuned for more glnoνes.cöm His jaw clenched as he tapped the desk with short, clipped motions, eyes locked on the feed. "Maintain the pressure. I want them pushed back." Moments later, a report came in with encouraging news. "We managed to drive them back, sir!" "Good." A breath escaped Kolton as the tension finally loosened from his shoulders. It turned out that neither ST nor Polaris had anything to do with the attack. He had let paranoia get the best of him.

Deep within a hidden facility, the tension in Maxwell's voice crackled through the receiver. "Our third assault just got shut down, Chris. Hawk says it's like they're reading our every move. Their counters? Practically flawless." Facing a towering wall of digital feeds, Chris remained still. His gaze lingered on the shifting data, and a hint of amusement played on his face. "Standard methods won't cut it. Time to shake things up," he replied, unbothered. "Order every ST operative to go online. I want a full-on assault. Tell Hawk to jam their command signals and wreck their navigation systems.

Strip that cargo ship of even its most basic auto-controls." At those words, a fire sparked in Maxwell's eyes. . . .