The holographic screen blinked out, leaving only silence in its wake.
Grant kept his eyes glued to the pool, intent on every move. He wanted to see which one of them would cave first when it really mattered. He had patience—and plenty of tricks in store.
Chloe never looked away from the rising water line, quietly counting the seconds in her head. When the level crept toward exactly two-point-three meters, she caught Connor’s eye. That one glance was all it took.
Without hesitation, they both dove in, slicing through the water and heading straight for the bottom.
Grant watched, clueless about their plan.
They reached the floor fast. The numbers that had once been etched into the stone were long gone—Chloe had scraped them off herself, just in case. If her mentor really had left a clue here, there was no way she’d let Grant get wind of it.
Even underwater, Chloe kept glancing up at the water line. This was a risk—everything was on the line. But deep down, she had a feeling they’d make it. She and her mentor always understood each other, even without words.
As soon as the water reached exactly two-point-three meters, Chloe gave Connor a quick signal.
Together, they shoved hard against the stone slab. It slid away with surprising ease, as if some hidden mechanism had just been triggered.
Suddenly, a surge of water exploded upward, whipping the pool into a wild vortex. Everything went cloudy and chaotic.
Grant’s instincts screamed that something was off, but he couldn’t tell what.
By the time the water calmed again, Chloe and Connor were gone.
Just—gone. Like they’d vanished into thin air.
Grant barked orders at the staff and rushed back to the main house. He demanded the pool be drained, every last drop.
He had no idea what he was missing.
The two of them collapsed onto the grass, gasping for air, every muscle aching.
Connor managed to sit up first, urgency in his voice. “We need to get out of here—now.”
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