The Undead and Unstoppable Apocalyptic Queen novel Chapter 707

**Kept Woman 707**
**Chapter 707: Covering for Them**

In an instant, clarity washed over Theresa as she pieced everything together.

+5 Pearls

“I should have seen it coming,” she muttered, her voice laced with disbelief. “They dress it up as human evolution, but it’s nothing but a sham. All they want is to bolster their own power!”

“Exactly,” replied the man clad in a crisp white coat, his expression grim. “The higher-ups in the Starborn Order have lost their minds. They’re all hooked on the potency that the zombie virus provides. They tout it as a new civilization overthrowing the old, but in reality, it’s merely a quest to transform themselves into the most formidable beings.”

“Don’t they fear becoming zombies themselves?” she inquired, a hint of incredulity in her tone.

“They crave god-like power,” he said simply, as if that explained everything.

A chill crept into Theresa’s gaze, her heart hardening at the thought.

How utterly outrageous! The idea of them thinking they could play god infuriated her. She could envision a thousand deaths for them, and none would suffice to quell the seething hatred boiling within her.

Just then, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed from outside the door, snapping her from her thoughts.

“Theresa!” Sage’s voice rang out, urgent and filled with concern.

The surveillance feed had been severed by the Torchbearers, leaving the image of Theresa frozen on the screen, a mere ghost in the machine.

Even someone as oblivious as Sage had finally grasped that something was amiss after ten long minutes.

He rushed to her aid, his heart pounding with worry.

When Theresa spotted Sage rushing toward her, she quickly glanced at the other three men in the room. “Get to the bathroom, now!” she commanded, urgency threading through her voice.

With a swift motion, she pushed the men and their equipment toward the bathroom, her instincts kicking in. She turned on the shower, letting the sound of cascading water fill the air, drowning out any potential noise.

Moments later, Sage burst through the door, a group of people trailing closely behind him.

“Theresa!” he shouted, his voice filled with relief, only to find the living area void of life.

The only sound that greeted him was the relentless rush of water from the bathroom.

Without a moment’s hesitation, he made a beeline for it. Just as his hand reached for the doorknob, the door swung open abruptly.

Theresa emerged, wrapped in a bath towel, her shower cap perched atop her head, giving her an air of casual defiance.

“What’s going on?” she asked, her arms crossed defiantly over her chest.

Sage’s breath hitched in his throat as he took in her appearance, relief flooding through him. “Are you alright?”

“What could possibly be wrong with me?” she replied, feigning innocence.

“The surveillance in your room went dark, so I came to check on you,” he explained, concern still etched on his face.

Theresa leaned back slightly, a sly smile creeping onto her lips. “I see. So when do you plan on leaving?”

Meanwhile, Sage’s room lay on the underground level, a stark contrast to Theresa’s.

The layout mirrored hers; a spacious living area, a cozy bedroom, a bathroom, and a balcony.

However, instead of a garden view, he gazed out at the vast, dark expanse of the ocean, its waves crashing against the shore in a haunting melody.

Upon entering, Theresa scanned the room, her eyes darting around until she was certain no surveillance cameras were lurking. With a satisfied sigh, she plopped down onto the couch, her demeanor relaxed.

The table before her was adorned with an array of food, drinks, and a TV remote—far superior to what she had back at her place.

She switched on the TV, indulging in both the food and the entertainment, feeling a sense of comfort wash over her.

Sage stood at a distance, watching her with a mixture of curiosity and concern. “Didn’t you mention you had something important to share?” he prompted, hoping to draw her focus back to the matter at hand.

“Oh.” Theresa turned to face him, a playful glint in her eye. “It’s quite the long story. I’m not even sure where to begin.”

“Take your time,” Sage encouraged, pulling a pack of cold beers from the fridge and stepping closer. “I’m all ears tonight.”

Theresa stifled a yawn, her eyes flickering with mischief. “Now that I think about it, I might just head back to my place and sleep. I’ll tell you tomorrow.”

“Tell me before you leave,” Sage insisted, pressing down gently on her shoulder, his gaze intense. “Unless you were fabricating that story, I’ll review all the surveillance footage from today to uncover exactly what you were up to.”

Theresa fell silent, contemplating her next move.

To protect her comrades, she realized she needed to weave a tale, one that would keep them safe from the prying eyes of the world.