Chapter 1957

I used to think the adults were just hyping up their glory days.

They made the Illuminati sound like this big, scary force. But after meeting Stanley, I figured the Illuminati was overrated.

Solomon noticed people staring at us. Some were reading newspapers, and

others sipping coffee or chatting. Their behavior was creepy, and their gazes were

sharp.

Solomon sensed the tension, suspecting that they were onto us.

"Run!" he yelled, grabbing my arm.

Before I could react, he dragged me away. Those "normal" customers immediately dropped their props and chased us.

"Why are they after us?" I shouted.

"What do you think? We were lurking outside their company," Randy replied. "Lurking? We just stayed there for a minute."

I didn't expect the situation to be so tense. Any hint of trouble set them off.

"Stop!" A man around 30 blocked our path.

His gear was something I couldn't be more familiar with. He must be on my dad's

crew.

Solomon shot me a look, signaling we'd have to fight our way out. After all, these people didn't know us.

The next second, Solomon and I launched a fierce attack on them.

We often sparred with guards at home. Handling them should have been effortless. But today, it felt a bit harder than usual.

These bodyguards were well-trained. I had never seen them before at home. They were likely to be my dad's secret squad.

Before I could think more, the lead bodyguard grabbed me.

I could've fought back, but getting caught might get us to my parents, so I didn't

struggle. Solomon stopped fighting too.

"Stay still!" the lead bodyguard barked. Fresh chapters posted on FιndNovel.net

Another guard eyed us. "Their clothes are weird. Illuminati spies?"

"No clue. Take them in," the leader said.

They hauled us into the office. We didn't resist, and they weren't too rough.

Ben saw us and frowned. "These kids..."

"Don't let their age fool you. They fight like pros," a guard said. "Gotta be the Illuminati. Who else has skills like that?"

"We're not Illuminati," I said. "We want to see Mrs. Houston."

"Mrs. Houston? You think you can just waltz in and see her?" a guard scoffed.

"Then Mr. Houston. Can we see him?" I tried again.

They looked at us like we were idiots. "You think Mr. Houston's got time for you? You're seeing nobody."