“Eastport,” the old man said grimly, his brows furrowed tight. “That witch is trying to flee by sea. We can’t let her leave the harbor—once she’s on open water, tracking her will become nearly impossible.” Sloane immediately called Lucas. “Lucas, we found them! Eastport—Dania’s taking Mr. Tony out by sea! You have to stop them. Don’t let her get on that boat!” Lucas didn’t waste a second. He spun the car around and hit speed dial. “Kaizen, we’ve got her location. She’s trying to escape from Eastport with Tony.” “I’m on it,” Kaizen replied in a low, steady voice. “The port authority’s run by an old friend of mine. I’ll have every exit sealed within three minutes.” By the time Lucas and his team reached the docks, the entire harbor was already surrounded by Oliver family security. Six speedboats patrolled the coastline, and a helicopter hovered low, its spotlight cutting through the misty night air. Inside one of the warehouses, Dania was barking orders as her men loaded the unconscious Tony onto a speedboat. The sudden wail of sirens outside made her head snap toward the door. “They’re here already?” “Miss Dania, all the exits are blocked!” one of her men shouted, panic in his voice. Lucas and Kaizen emerged from the shadows with armed guards, quickly surrounding the building. “You’re surrounded,” Lucas called out. “Drop your weapons and surrender!” Dania’s eyes flashed with fury. She grabbed a dagger and pressed it against Tony’s throat. “Nobody move! One step closer and I’ll kill him right here!” Kaizen raised a hand, signaling his men to hold position. “Dania, there’s no way out. Let him go, and we can talk about a deal.” “A deal?” Dania sneered. “Fine. Get me a speedboat, full tank, and when I’m safe at sea, I’ll let him go.” Lucas murmured into his earpiece, “Snipers in position, but no clear shot—target’s moving too much.” Kaizen’s tone remained calm. “We can do that. But first, you’ll have to prove he’s still alive.” With a cruel smirk, Dania pinched Tony’s philtrum hard. He gasped weakly, eyelids fluttering open. “Hey…” “Shut up!” Dania snapped, tightening her grip on his throat. Then she glared back at Kaizen. “Satisfied? Now get me that boat!” As she spoke, Lucas noticed movement behind her—a flicker of shadow near a shipping container. His team was in place. “Alright,” Kaizen said, pretending to give in. He waved to his men. “Prepare the yacht at Dock 7.” The instant Dania’s attention shifted, Lucas gave a sharp signal. “Bang!” A smoke grenade exploded at her feet, filling the air with a thick white haze. From the shadows, three special forces operatives lunged forward—one seized her wrist, the second tore away the dagger, and the third forced her to the ground. “Miles!” Kaizen rushed in and caught Tony as he slumped forward, barely conscious. “Move!” shouted one of Dania’s men. They dragged her to her feet, hauling her toward the yacht waiting nearby. The engine roared to life, and the vessel shot toward open water. But they didn’t get far. Within seconds, two naval patrol boats blocked their path, floodlights cutting through the night. The navy boarded swiftly, restraining everyone onboard. When they dragged Dania back onto the dock, her expression twisted into something unhinged. She suddenly wrenched free from the soldiers’ grasp and tore the bracelet from her wrist. “If I can’t have him, then no one will!” “Stop her!” Lucas shouted—but it was too late. Dania hurled the bracelet to the deck with all her strength. It shattered with a sharp, metallic crack. In that instant, Tony let out a blood-curdling scream. His body convulsed violently, as though invisible hands were tearing him apart from the inside.