The True Heiress Returns (Tilda Jenson) novel Chapter 381

Chapter 381 The Final Countdown

Tilda’s hands flew over the keyboard.

Streams of code flashed against her eyes like streaks of lightning.

She devoured the flood of data with a speed that left no space for hesitation.

Her gaze sharpened when she caught it.

The clue burned bright on the screen.

Only 30 minutes remained before Endralsia’s deadline hit.

“Listen up,

all of you.”

She clapped once, and the sharp sound drew the squad straight to her back.

“There’s a signal reflector here.”

Her finger pressed against the glowing point on the display.

Astrid leaned forward.

“Are you telling me that came from inside the hotel?”

“Most likely,” Tilda answered.

She already knew the truth.

Dominic. That reckless idiot still carried tricks from the dark web.

He had left behind a hidden escape rope and prayed someone sharp enough would pull on it.

This was her plan B. Dominic’s secret transmitter was the doorway she needed into Hotel Morloss.

“I’ll break this reflector open. Once I do, we’ll have a way to hijack the system.

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“The clock is ticking, so I need every one of you ready. The second I send the signal, you’ll follow in with the master key.”

“Yes, Captain.”

Jarrett and the rest scattered back to their stations.

They trusted her without question. She had never let them down.

Her chest tightened as she dug into the device.

You’re a cruel jokester, fate. Cruel, indeed.

Dominic had learned every move from her.

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Chapter 381 The Final Countdown

This transmitter was one of his proudest builds.

Now she was tearing it apart like it was her own creation.

She slipped through its walls as if walking roads she had paved herself.

In moments, it broke.

Her brow creased.

The power was too low.

Dominic must have realized who he was up against.

A strong signal would have screamed for attention and ended with blood on the floor.

He had chosen survival.

But the weak output couldn’t seize the hotel’s network.

“I’m in. I’ll crank the signal higher.

“Spread out across ten routes and look for cracks.”

“Yes!”

Her voice rang clear.

Keys clattered like rain on steel.

She didn’t pause. This was Plan B.

If Dominic had planted one transmitter, then someone else could have planted another.

Two working together might be enough to break the wall.

“No go, Queen. It’s stuck at the final step.”

“This signal doesn’t cut it. We need a second entry.”

Jarrett’s tone carried defeat, and the others echoed him.

Every path slammed shut.

The clock raced on.

Fifteen minutes left.

Nobody dared say it aloud.

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