Chapter 250

After confirming the enemy had pulled back, Reuben Rainsford rushed back to the cellar and called everyone out. As they climbed out one by one, the fresh air felt like a blessing—they all looked like they’d just dodged death, breathing in deeply, hearts racing. “What’s the plan now, Uncle Reuben?” Emma Fletcher asked, glancing around warily. “Yeah, Reuben,” the restaurant owner chimed in, face pale. “Those guys pushed this far, even busted the door. It’s not safe to stay. We should head to the embassy, right?” Lincoln Raines and Ian Stone stayed calm. It wasn’t their first brush with chaos—they'd seen their share of blood as former mercenaries. Camila Harrington’s expression was composed. While others were still catching their breath, her eyes fell on a patch of dry grass. Without a word, she walked over. “Camila? What is it?” Emma asked, confused. By then, Camila was already crouching, reaching into the grass and pulling out a black magazine. She held it up with a quiet smile. “Looks