Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 423

In the face of overwhelming strength, every attempt at sneaky ambushes seemed utterly ridiculous.

The most annoying thing, however, was the enormous spotlight overhead. It darted around, blinding anyone it targeted, malding it nearly impossible to see clearly. The abandoned fireworks factory glowed so brightly from the outside that even its walls appeared faintly translucent.

Mike was desperate to find Sandra and kept trying to push forward. But that relentless spotlight followed his every move, sweeping across the factory floor as more attackers emerged from the shadows, anned and ready.

Stephan wasn’t immune to the harsh plate, squinting as the intense light bumed his vision. Yet his movements remained calculated and calm. He picked up a metal pipe from the ground and hurled it at the spotlight with brutal precision

The shattering sound echoed loudly as the spotlight exploded into darkness. For a moment, the factory was plunged into shadowy stillness.

Then, anotherlight flickered on from a different angle.

“Damn it, this is endless! Mike muttered in trustration. He reached for the main power switch again, but it was no use. The spotlights weren’t connected to the factory’s main circuit.

Before they had time to react further, the attackers swarmed. More figures rushed toward Mike and Stephan from every corner of the factory, their weapons raised.

vole calm but tim “o find Sandra.

how chaotic the situation was, he charged ahead. Faintly, he could hear the sound of Sandra crying

ground floor. Stephan’s combat skills were terrifying. Every move he made was lethal, every strike calculated to ensure no one gor

“Go to helll‘

Stephan caught him by the throat with one hand. His dark eyes were as deep and cold as the sea,

a sharp twist, a sickening crack was beard. The attacker’s head lolled to the side, terror still etched on

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Stephan’s reinforcements had arrived.

family’s well–trained men moved precisely around the factory, making sure no one could escape. While some stayed outside

already dealt with most of the attackers inside, but his

one of his men called

taking the bandlachiet handed to him and wiping the blood from his hands. It wasn’t his own blood but someone

“Understood!”

The factory was vast, and finding a two–year–old child in such