Chapter 25
Lenore’s eyes flicked to her computer screen.
A single address stood out—
Regal Villas.
A smirk played on her lips.
Silas…
Even when she thought she had figured him out, he still managed to surprise her.
Leaning back in her chair, Lenore propped her long legs on the table, her movements languid and confident.
A cigarette dangled between her fingers.
She let it rest there unlit—waiting for the video call to connect.
Then—
Click.
The flame flickered to life.
Face to Face with Siren
Siren’s face filled the screen—
Sharp eyes, effortless beauty, a presence that demanded attention.
Even without trying, she had the kind of magnetism that captivated everyone.
Her eyes locked onto Lenore, narrowing slightly.
Smoke curled lazily in the air.
Lenore—calm, unbothered, effortlessly dangerous—
Siren smacked her lips, a hint of jealousy in her tone.
“What are you up to tonight?”
Xtreme: A Name That Shakes the World
To the hacker world, Xtreme was legendary.
To the political elite, he was a volatile threat.
Xtreme had breached some of the most secure systems in existence—
Governments, intelligence agencies, corporations.
He had left behind fear and paranoia.
Tonight, his return was bound to send shockwaves—
A ripple effect of panic through every system he had ever touched.
Siren’s gaze sharpened.
“Boss, you didn’t rush out here just because of those serum vessel rumors, right?”
Lenore’s Challenge
The room was dim.
The green light from the screen cast shadows across Lenore’s face, highlighting her sharp features.
She flicked ash from her cigarette, her voice laced with amusement.
“My being out of the loop doesn’t mean I’m out of control.”
A playful smirk, a hint of ruthlessness behind it.
She carried herself with the kind of effortless authority that made people either respect her or fear her.
Siren tilted her head, watching intently.
“If you were a man, I’d be proposing right now.”
Her eyes gleamed—half jest, half admiration.
Xtreme vs. Raptor
Siren suddenly recalled something.
“Raptor’s gonna be on your tail tonight.”
Anyone in the inner circles knew—
Despite spending years with the Stormwings Operatives, Xtreme was not controlled by anyone.
Even Raptor—the leader—treaded carefully around Xtreme.
But tonight—
Conflict was inevitable.
Lenore’s brows arched, her eyes blazing.
“Bring it on.”
Silas Moves His Pieces
Meanwhile, in Jinslenburg, Silas closed his laptop.
The towel draped over his shoulders as he finished drying his hair.
After a moment of quiet thought, he gave a single command.
“Keep an eye on everything.”
Wayne’s Confusion
Wayne read the latest update and blinked.
“Xtreme’s flamboyant display—do you think it’s meant to intimidate everyone?”
The serum vessel rumors had already set the world on edge.
Silas stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, the city’s neon lights reflecting off his face.
His expression was unreadable.
“Looks like someone plans to use this pandemic to create chaos,” he mused.
Wayne, usually high-energy, suddenly looked serious.
“So… is Xtreme putting on a show to scare off the troublemakers?”
He hesitated.
“Or is this all about Xtreme’s own agenda?”
Xtreme had power—no doubt.
But he had never crossed the line into outright evil.
While he had led impressive campaigns, his true motives were always a mystery.
Was this for the Stormwings Operatives?
Or for himself?
Silas’s Theory
Silas paused, the towel loosely hanging in his hand.
His eyes darkened with thought.
Then, a small smirk flickered across his lips.
“Xtreme must be trying to protect someone or something here.”
It was the only explanation that made sense.
And if that was the case—
Then this battle was only just beginning.
