However, Michael was not ready to give up just yet. He struggled to his feet, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth while silently cursing Finley for getting him into this mess.

He grabbed a nearby security guard and barked urgently, "Quick—use the stairs and warn Finley and Yvonne to escape through the back door!"

The guard, startled by Michael's intensity, stumbled away toward the stairwell.

Afterward, Michael frantically tried calling Finley, but the phone was still off. At least Atlas' men would need some time to search all the rooms. There was still a slim chance of avoiding disaster.

…

Meanwhile, Andrew, Dylan, and Natasha were seated at a cafe across from the hotel, calmly sipping their coffee.

"Darling, your plan worked perfectly. Atlas just stormed in with his men," Natasha said excitedly to Andrew. "Now we just sit back and enjoy the show?"

Andrew set down his coffee with a smile. "We'll enjoy the show alright, but first, we need to block all the escape rout