Rebirth Of The Heiress And The Tycoon's Lover (Alina) novel Chapter 336

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**Chapter 336**

**AUTHOR’S POV.**

*.45%*

**50 your hero**

As the elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, they stepped into the suite, a world apart from the bustling chaos outside. The corridor that stretched beyond the entrance was immaculate, almost unnaturally pristine, as if it had been polished just for them.

Ace, with a casual flick of his head, surveyed the neutral-toned hallway, an unspoken invitation to explore this sanctuary.

“This entire building is our safe house,” Ace declared, his voice light yet reassuring. “So, we can breathe easy here. No neighbors to bother us, no disturbances, and definitely no loud music.” He cast a sideways glance at Lucian, who merely rolled his eyes in response, a familiar gesture between them that spoke volumes.

With a flourish, Ace opened the door to the suite, ushering them inside.

The living area was everything one would expect from a luxurious penthouse—tastefully arranged couches that beckoned for relaxation, a low coffee table that held an array of contemporary art pieces, and the soothing aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingling with the subtle scent of neutral candles that flickered gently in the background.

A striking wall of floor-to-ceiling windows dominated one side, offering an unobstructed view of the sprawling city below.

Violet’s eyes widened in awe as she absorbed the scene. “Wow, this looks like a penthouse,” she exclaimed, her voice tinged with wonder.

Ace beamed with pride. “Because it is! Come, there’s something I want to show you.”

He led them closer to the expansive window. Violet stepped forward, squinting at the skyline that glittered in the sunlight, her gaze drifting down to the street where the entrance of the bar was visible, the very place they had entered just moments ago.

“Isn’t that… isn’t that—” she began to ask, her voice trailing off in disbelief.

“Yup, that’s the bar we came through,” Ace interjected, finishing her thought with a grin.

“But how can it be… it’s down there? We—we went down. Aren’t we supposed to be on a lower floor?” Her confusion was palpable, a mix of curiosity and surprise.

Ace chuckled lightly, his amusement evident. “As I mentioned, this whole setup is designed to create that illusion. We weren’t actually going down; we were going up. And yes, what you’re seeing in the distance is indeed the bar. That’s just one of the entrances. There’s another one we can use next time. But if we ever feel like we’re being followed, we’ll definitely come through the bar entrance.”

Violet’s eyes sparkled with childlike excitement, her earlier confusion forgotten. “This is so cool!”

Ace’s grin widened, a mix of smug satisfaction and enthusiasm. “Then you’re definitely going to love your room.”

He turned to Lucian, seeking his approval with a nod.

Lucian responded with a slow, deliberate nod, his expression serious yet approving. “Go ahead.”

With that, Ace sprang into action. “Alright then, follow me!” He took Violet’s hand, guiding her down a short corridor that led to the bedrooms. His voice floated back to Lucian, light and cheerful. “You’re going to love it!”

Lucian remained behind, watching them disappear down the hall, before turning his gaze back to the window. Outside, the city moved on, blissfully unaware of the storm brewing on the horizon, a thunderhead gathering ominously in the distance.

He contemplated the situation again, feeling the cold shiver of fatigue creeping through his body and mind. They had been pushing hard since the bank incident, and right now, their resources, their people, and their coordination felt stretched to the breaking point.

Ace called out again from down the hall, his tone bright and energetic. “Alright then, let me start setting things up!”

He dragged his suitcase into the living room, ready to transform the space into a command center. He worked with the precision of a craftsman, unloading an array of gadgets—small cameras, borescope mics, battery packs—each item carefully placed as if it were part of an intricate puzzle. He moved quickly and quietly, and soon the room began to take on a sense of order around him.

“This setup is to establish a recording system so we can keep tabs on the two men who were trailing us earlier,” Ace explained, mostly to himself as Lucian remained focused on the window. He connected the receiver to a laptop, and a wall of monitors flickered to life, displaying security footage, maps, and the audio feed picked up by the planted mic earlier.

Suddenly, Lucian’s phone buzzed, breaking the tension in the air.

He glanced down and recognized the number of the mole he had embedded in the Evergreen mansion. A shadow crossed his face as he answered, his voice low and urgent.

“Talk to me,” Lucian said, trying to keep his tone steady. “Is it safe for you to be talking?”

“Yes, it is,” the guard replied quickly, his voice laced with urgency. “The Evergreen Mansion is in chaos right now. So yes, I can talk.”

“In chaos?” Lucian’s voice tightened, concern flooding his thoughts. “What’s going on?”

“Miss Alina is gone,” the guard informed him, the weight of his words hanging heavily in the air.

“What?”