Chapter 91 The Last War

• The night air was cold and heavy with rain. The estate ahead glowed faintly through the mist, modern, vast, and crawling with security. From the hill where they stood, Stefano watched the mansion through binoculars, his jaw set tight. Serena was beside him, dressed in black, her pulse loud in her ears. Behind them, a dozen of Stefano’s men crouched low, armed and waiting for his command.
• A single gesture was all it took. And the team began moving.
• They approached like shadows—silent, precise. One by one, the guards around the compound fell. A muffled scuffle here, a quiet thud there. No alarms, no shouting. Just death moving on silent feet. Serena covered the rear, gun steady, her eyes sharp and alert. Every time a light flickered or a voice rose, her breath caught, but Stefano’s calm presence anchored her.