The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 1051

The masked man slowly lowered his phone, leaning deep into the shadows of the plush sofa. He sat in the darkness for a long time, his fingers unconsciously tracing the cold metal of the mask concealing his face.

After what felt like an eternity, he picked up the device again and dialed a different number.

...

Late that night.

The Sherwood Group building was completely deserted. Only a few emergency lights cast an eerie green glow, barely illuminating the outlines of the empty corridors and offices.

A dark figure swiped a cloned access card and slipped soundlessly into Fitch Sherwood's top-floor executive suite. It was the man in the silver mask.

He locked the door behind him and smoothly pulled on a pair of sleek leather gloves. Without bothering to turn on the lights, he navigated by the faint city glow filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows and got straight to work.

It clearly wasn't his first time here. He moved through the sprawling office with the practiced ease of a man walking into his own living room.

Approaching the massive mahogany desk, he powered up the main computer and inserted a specialized USB drive. The screen flickered to life, launching a complex extraction program. Lines of code scrolled furiously across the command interface as the drive began siphoning the hard drive's data.

While he waited, the masked man scanned the room. His gaze finally locked onto a decorative bronze vase sitting innocuously in the corner. His eyes narrowed slightly; years of experience told him something was off about its placement.

He walked over, gripped the vase with both hands, and gave it a firm ninety-degree twist clockwise. Immediately, the massive bookcase covering the adjacent wall emitted a faint mechanical whir and slid open, revealing a compact, hidden panic room.

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