She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 820

Several bodyguards lunged at Yale like a pack of wolves.

His instincts flared, urging him to fight back, but the cold steel of a gun barrel pressed against his temple—along with a dozen other weapons pointed directly at him—made him realize resistance was futile. His arms were violently wrenched behind his back and cuffed.

"Search the room top to bottom! Lock down all exits!" the head of security barked. He then looked at the restrained Yale as if looking at a dead man. "Throw him in the dark room. Don't let him die before the board makes a decision. I want a cohesive explanation."

Tanur's absurd death threw the entirety of Ares Global into absolute chaos.

And Yale?

He was locked in solitary confinement three floors underground. The room was pitch black 24/7. The only time the lights flickered on was when the interrogators walked in with their tools, subjecting him to the most extreme psychological and physical torture imaginable.

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Monitoring the chip's frequency response, Hugo confirmed to Loyce that the deed was done.

Loyce had just arrived at an island deep in international waters—a location that didn't exist on any map. With her were her grandfather, her brother Forrest, Lucian, and a top military R&D official from the government.

Looking down from the sky, the island looked like a black heart of steel and stone, pulsing silently in the vast blue ocean.

After passing through several invisible scanning barriers, the helicopter carrying Lucian and the Lonsdale family touched down on a helipad perfectly integrated into the cliffside.

The cabin doors slid open, and the salty ocean breeze rushed in.

The island's architecture had absolutely no aesthetic appeal. It was a brutalist array of cold grey alloys and reinforced concrete, all sharp angles and heavy fortifications, looking like a massive military stronghold carved straight out of the mountain.

Personnel in identical black tactical gear and full-face helmets moved swiftly along designated routes. They communicated mostly through sharp hand signals and encrypted comms. Despite its massive size, the base was eerily silent.

Automated defense turrets, energy shield generators, and swarms of stealth drones on low-altitude patrol routes were visible everywhere.

Engineers in white hazmat suits were servicing equipment so highly advanced and precisely integrated that even Lucian—a man used to top-tier military gear—was secretly impressed. The design philosophies behind some of the energy weapon cooling systems and targeting modules were decades ahead of what the military currently fielded.

"Welcome to my heart."

Loyce's calm voice drifted over the wind. She had changed into a sharp commander's uniform. The bandage on her neck was gone, leaving only a faint scar.

She led the group onto an internal monorail, the scenery outside blurring past the windows.

The R&D official stared in awe for a long time before finally saying, "Ms. Lonsdale, with this level of firepower, you could overthrow a small country without breaking a sweat."

Loyce smiled faintly. "My arsenal prioritizes quality over quantity. The personnel you see here is all I have. Compared to Ares Global, we're tiny."

"Out of everyone in our family, you're definitely the most successful," Forrest said, utterly amazed.

"Everyone in our family is at the absolute top of their respective fields," Loyce replied. "There's no point in comparing who's the best."

Gordon laughed heartily. "You sure know how to make your brother feel better."

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