Chapter 242

Camila Harrington pushed herself off the chair and grabbed a kitchen knife from the counter, clutching it tightly. The restaurant owner’s wife, who was boiling noodles, turned pale and nearly collapsed in shock. Camila shot her a silent “shh” gesture. Moving on her toes, Camila crept toward the roller shutter. The pounding on the door hadn’t stopped. Shouts could still be faintly heard from outside—some yelling in Arabic, others in Hebrew. From the Arabic, she picked out a few words: help, open the door, let us in... Camila glanced back at the elderly chef, his expression full of panic. She shook her head at him. Gritting her teeth, she dragged a metal bar from the corner and, with all her strength, wedged it across the door. With that iron bar in place, the people outside would have a much harder time breaking in. Camila had no idea who those people were, what their intentions might be—opening the door was way too risky. What if they were just taking advantage of the chaos to loot? Th