Chapter 1712
"I'd find a way," Debra said, her voice like steel. "You're dumb enough to face me tonight. You should know it's your last."
Debra wasn't messing around. Lara wasn't walking away alive today, no matter what.
Lara's smile faded fast, and she kept going. "That shot was my hello. You're fine tossing your guys' lives to save your own. Wonder if your boss will trade your neck for the gemstone later?"
"If I'm right," Lara sneered, "that rock you are holding's fake, isn't it? Our master only agreed to this meeting because he's paranoid. Otherwise, Erica would have been dead already. Your little trick can't fool me." Read complete version only at FιndNovel.net
"Where's she?" Randy lunged forward.
Debra held him back, staring Lara down. "Your boss wants to see us. So, don't be a barking dog here." Lara bristled. Just then, Michael stepped out of the fog. "Quit stalling."
He glanced at the four people and said, "Our master is inviting you in. A feast is ready. You'll love it."
His eyes were devoid of warmth, like he had never known them.
Lara clenched her fists, swallowing her anger. "Don't think I didn't see you sneak Erica out. Our master won't forgive you for that."
"Mind your own business," Michael said, not even glancing her way.
He waved his crew to lead Debra and the others into the church.
The cave was a maze of rooms, with branching paths and signs in every language. Clearly, it was a hidden mega-lab, staffed by scientists from all over the world.
Debra had an uneasy feeling. She wondered what the Illuminati had been cooking up all these years.
"Here we are," Michael said, stopping at a big door.
Randy recognized it from his last trip.
The crew swung it open, and a huge hall sprawled out before them.
Last time, Randy had been too focused on Erica to notice the details. The place was 60 feet high, carved out later than its old bones suggested. It was top-notch work, even by today's standards.
But it was built a century ago.
Up on the high platform stood Enoch, not wearing his mask this time.