Lina's POV
It was footage clearly released by Lucian himself—a deliberate show of power.
A convoy of sleek, luxury vehicles pulled up to Northlake University's campus.
Dozens of stone-faced bodyguards in matching dark suits moved with military precision, forming a protective circle around Chloe as they escorted her away from the building.
The video was short, but its message was unmistakable: *She belongs to us now.*
"Take me to the international airport," I said, my voice tight with urgency.
Silas didn't hesitate. "Right away, ma'am."
I'd expected him to at least question the order, but he was already moving, keys in hand. The car was probably already waiting outside.
Thinking of Silas's efficiency reminded me of his brother Derek, who'd been running Storm Indust
