Chapter 552
“I… I don’t know anything!” Mikkel stammered, sweat rolling down his forehead. “Any project decision is made collectively by upper management. I just give the final go–ahead. As for how it’s executed, that’s all handled by the project department.”
He had already realized one thing: the woman in front of him was not someone to mess with. They had weapons–and weren’t afraid to use them.
“The Flowerstone Tower was a historic landmark. Don’t tell me you’ve never heard of it?” Caitlin pressed.
“I know about the Flowerstone Tower, but… it was old, a structural hazard. That’s why we demolished it immediately after acquisition. There’s nothing illegal about that. Why are you even asking me these questions? Who are you people?”
Afraid of the guns aimed at him, Mikkel could only spill what he knew.
“Fine, let me ask you this–was the building empty when you ordered it to be demolished?”
Mikkel’s face twisted, his brow deeply furrowed, as though he were holding something in.
James tilted the gun barrel up to his temple.
Mikkel flinched and quickly blurted out, “It was empty! The demolition team checked beforehand —no residents, no squatters. That’s standard protocol. We would never blow up a building without making sure no one was inside. You can check if you don’t believe me!”
“When exactly was the building abandoned? Three years ago, there were still people living there, right?”
“No… it’s been abandoned for years. No one lived there…”
“But local residents said otherwise,” Caitlin said coldly. “They claimed it was a convalescent home. It wasn’t open to the public, and there were guards posted there. You’re a local–how could you not know?”
“I swear I don’t! How would I know about something so trivial?”
Mikkel was pale, shaking like a leaf. Whatever lies he may have wanted to tell had been beaten out of him by fear. He genuinely didn’t know the deeper truth.
“Alright. Even if you don’t know, your company must have documentation. When ScandBuild acquired that land, the original ownership must have been filed. I want that information.”
“Fine, fine… I’ll need to return to the office to pull the records…”
“Take him,” Caitlin ordered.
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James and Tyler each grabbed an arm and started dragging Mikkel out of the private room. Caitlin followed. King brought up the rear.
Mikkel’s bodyguards still didn’t dare to move, frozen in place as their boss was led away.
They made it out into the main hall unnoticed–Mikkel kept his mouth shut, too scared to resist.
But just as they were passing the lobby, a sudden burst of gunfire rang out. Bullets sprayed into the building from outside, shattering the windows. Glass exploded into deadly shards. A massive chandelier fell with a crash, sparks bursting from exposed wiring. Half the lights in the room went out, plunging everything into semi–darkness.
Screams erupted. Panic set in.
Gamblers and partiers ran for cover, abandoning chips, cards, and drinks. Life came first now.
Caitlin and her team ducked near the main entrance, using the wall for cover.
Mikkel, seeing the chaos, made a break for it–slipping from James and Tyler’s grip and darting
toward the exit.
‘Mikkel’s running!” James shouted.
But before they could chase him, a bullet whizzed through the air and hit Mikkel square in the head. He collapsed in a pool of blood.
“He’s been shot!” Tyler shouted and instinctively moved to check him.
Tyler, get back–now!” Caitlin yelled, yanking him out of the line of fire. Bullets sprayed across the corridor, shattering more fixtures and pounding into walls.
It was too dangerous to make any move now. Anyone who stuck their head out could be gunned down.
Tyler turned to Caitlin. “He’s dead. No pulse.”
“Call the police.”
Caitlin looked down at Mikkel’s lifeless body–blood gushing from a gaping hole in his skull, pooling over the white marble tiles. Her expression turned grim.
It wasn’t just Mikkel. Multiple civilians had been caught in the crossfire, lying lifeless in the lobby.
A rising sense of helplessness took hold.
Just moments ago, they had been so close to discovering a lead–now, their key witness was dead.
“We don’t know who’s behind this, so stay alert,” Caitlin warned, her tone tense,
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The night outside was flashing with gunfire. Explosions echoed through the streets. It was clear now -this wasn’t just random chaos. It was an orchestrated ambush.
Then, in the midst of the chaos, Caitlin spotted armed men in uniforms pushing their way inside.
Not just any soldiers–these were royal guards.
And among them, injured and bleeding, was none other than Prince Magnus.
Caitlin recognized him instantly–he wore a bloodstained white uniform, his face pale as death. He was supported by two guards and barely conscious.
The royal detail had been escorting the prince past the club when they were attacked by an unknown armed force. A brutal firefight had erupted in the streets. Now, the guards were using the club for cover, trying to hold their position until reinforcements arrived.
“That’s Prince Magnus!” Caitlin gasped.
Her eyes widened in alarm. If something happened to the prince, it wouldn’t just be a personal tragedy–it would be a national crisis.
“We have to help!” she said. “We can’t let the prince die here.”
If it were anyone else, she might have stayed back. But this was different.
“You check on the prince,” James said. “We’ll cover the perimeter.”
He motioned to Tyler and King. Thankfully, they had come prepared–they were all armed and ready.
“Be careful!” Caitlin called after them, then crouched low and made her way toward the injured prince.
Magnus lay on the floor, barely conscious. His chest was soaked in blood. Caitlin dropped to her knees beside him and tapped his face.
“Your Highness! Prince Magnus!”
He stirred faintly, blinking, barely able to focus. Then, with a soft groan, he passed out again.
Caitlin didn’t hesitate. She dragged him to a safer spot behind a wall and began emergency first aid -ripping fabric to bind the wound and applying pressure to stop the bleeding.
The firefight outside showed no signs of slowing down. The other side was heavily armed and well- organized.
Caitlin looked back toward the darkened street, her heart pounding.
James, Tyler, King… please be safe.