The billionaire's code

ire. Adrian stood at her side, his fists clenched, his piercing gaze fixed on the mentor turned enigma. "Why should we believe you?" Adrian demanded, his voice cutting through the silen

ng it down, you'll need me." The room fell into a tense silence. Adrian's jaw tightened, his eyes darting to Cynthia . "This could be a trap," he muttered. "It's not," Eliza said firmly. "But you don't need to believe me. I can prove my faithfulness." Cynthia's voice was barely above a whisper. "How?" Eliza glanced at Wallace, her expression cold. "By betraying them." The room erupted into chaos as Eliza reached into her coat, producing a small device and slamming it onto the ground. A sharp, high pitched whine filled the air, and Wallace shouted, "Novak, what are you doing?" "They don't control me anymore," Eliza said, her voice defiant. "Not after today." The device device discharge a single vibration that shut down the room's lighting and electronic systems, leaving them into darkness. Cynthia felt Adrian held her arm, pulling her toward the door. "Move!" he shouted, his voice urgent. They lost balance within the darkened warehouse, the sounds of confusion and shouting behind them. Cynthia's heart kept beating as she tried to keep up, continuing to ruminate. Was Eliza truly on their side? Or was this just another plan of ? As they burst out into the night, the cool air hit her like a wave. Adrian dragged her toward the car, and they dove inside, speeding away from the scene. "Did she make it out?" Cynthia asked, her voice shaky. Adrian glanced in the rearview mirror, his jaw tight. "If she didn't, it's not our problem." Cynthia turned to him, anger flaring. "How can you say that? She's risking everything to help us!" "Is she?" Adrian shot back, his tone icy. "Or i