The Billionaire's True Heiress From Fake Jewel to Real Crown novel Chapter 1498

"Agent, threatening a civilian is a severe violation of your conduct."

"I swear to you, the person inside is a legitimate patient, not your hostage."

"You are making a massive mistake."

Julian Grant had been explicitly clear: the patient currently under the knife was backed by untouchable elites. Under no circumstances was the surgery to be interrupted. Failure was not an option.

"We have to breach!" Dane looked at Silas, demanding authorization.

"If we don't break those doors down right now, Claire is dead."

But...

Silas hesitated for a fraction of a second. The idea that Claire was inside was still just a highly probable theory. If they breached the room and disrupted a legitimate surgery on a high-profile VIP, the political fallout would be apocalyptic.

Silas didn't care about his own career, but Dane was a civilian CEO...

"Do it. I will personally take the fall for any consequences!"

With Dane making the absolute guarantee, Silas knew he couldn't risk Claire's face being mutilated.

Silas turned his gun back to the department head. "Open the damn doors! Do you have any idea what the penalty for treason is? Because if those operatives are in there, you are going away for life!"

The department head's face went completely white. "That's impossible, Dr. Grant would never..."

"Shut your mouth and open the doors! If you won't do it, I'll have the fire department cut through the steel!"

Dane silenced the man with a vicious glare, while Silas already had his radio to his mouth, calling for heavy breaching tools.

Seeing Silas calling for the fire department, the department head's facade finally shattered. He lunged forward with terrifying speed, aiming a lethal strike directly at Silas's throat.

Dane had been watching the man's every twitch. The moment he moved, Dane intercepted.

Dane grabbed the man's extended arm and twisted violently.

The department head vaulted backward to escape the lock, his face twisting into a mask of pure malice.

He drew a suppressed pistol from his coat and fired point-blank at Silas.

The man wasn't a doctor; he was a Syndicate assassin. His standing orders were to execute anyone attempting to breach the OR.

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