One night stand with my president(chapter 560)

 Chapter 560: Hurry and Move

The tension in the room was palpable, but no one dared to speak up.

Everyone knew Killer's ways.

They understood that when he said Gracie would remain unharmed for three days, it meant she would stay unharmed.

He wouldn't pretend to harm her, not even as a threat to the Mendoza family.

If anything, he found such tactics beneath him.

"What are we going to do?" Joel's frustration grew, his voice edging toward anger. "Are you really willing to let everything you've built fall apart here?"

Krauss tried to calm him down. "Joel's right, though. He's impatient, but he has a point. 

You need to consider this, boss. Most of the important members of our organization are here in this mansion. Many of them, like you, have never exposed their identities to the public."

"Even if we manage to escape, if anyone sees our faces, it'll make our future missions much more difficult. We need to act quickly, not just to get out of here, but to ensure no one sees us," he added.

Killer let out a quiet laugh, not concerned at all.

Catherine watched him from the side, a mixture of fear and admiration in her eyes.

Killer always carried himself with an air of confidence that was hard to resist.

That was why she kept falling deeper for him.

"Why hurry?" Killer asked as he casually grabbed his phone and began typing a few texts.

"If we can't handle this small crisis, then I don't deserve to be the boss of this organization."

The Mendoza family had indeed surrounded the mountain, but Killer's men were equally prepared.

Both sides knew of each other's presence, but neither dared to make the first move.

The standoff continued in silence.

Meanwhile, Isaac and Alberto had just arrived.

They knew that their arrival at this moment would be dangerous, but as men of the Mendoza family, as Gracie's husband and son, they couldn't back down now.

"How confident are you?" Isaac asked, his gaze fixed on the eerily quiet Qille Mount in the distance.

"About fifty percent," one of the men replied.

They were the attackers, but the enemy was better entrenched, more familiar with the terrain.

What was worse, they had to tread carefully.

Gracie was still in the enemy's hands, very likely locked up somewhere inside this very estate.

If the other side decided to use her as leverage, it would tie their hands completely.

Alberto took the tablet from one of the men, studying the topographic map of Qille Mount.

"Dad, this route seems like our best option," he said, handing the tablet to Isaac.

Isaac nodded after a brief glance. "Yes, you're right."

"What about the helicopters?" Alberto asked.

"They're ready," Isaac answered with a deep breath, then placed a hand on Alberto's shoulder.

"Alberto, promise me. If your mom is here, you'll prioritize getting her out safely no matter what happens."

Alberto's eyes flickered.

He knew exactly what Isaac meant.

If things went south, his father was prepared to trade his own life for Gracie's.

The message was clear: if that moment came, forget about him. Get Gracie out. That was all that mattered.

Isaac, with a determined look, continued, "When I married your mother, I promised her I would protect her. I said I would protect our children when we had them."

His voice wavered for a moment, emotion breaking through.

"But so much has happened... Twenty years ago, I failed to protect Adeline, and we lost her for so many years. Recently, I couldn't protect her from being kidnapped by Benjamin, and now, she's been taken again..."

Isaac's voice trembled with regret and sorrow.

"If I can't bring her back this time, what right do I have to call myself her husband?"

As a man, Alberto understood Isaac's mood.

As a son, he couldn't bear the thought of losing either parent.

If it came to it, he would rather die himself than see harm come to his family.

But if something happened to him today, what about Connie? Her face flashed in his mind.

They'd broken up over a misunderstanding, fought their way back to each other, and barely had any time since.

If he died, how would she cope?

She'd be devastated. But he had no choice.

He forced himself to shake off the thought.

The fight hadn't even started; why sink into despair already?

For all he knew, tonight could end with all three of them walking out alive.

He couldn't afford to dull his own edge now.

He didn't share his thoughts with Isaac. 

Instead, he glanced at the watch on his wrist and said quietly, "We can't wait any longer."

Isaac nodded.

Dragging this out would only give the enemy more time to prepare, and if Gracie really was here, they might move her before he could reach her.

Just then, a man came running in, breathless.

"Mr. Mendoza, Mr. Alberto! Fighting's broken out."

"What?" Isaac and Alberto exchanged a sharp glance, then moved forward with their men.

Soon, the sound of gunfire rolled down from the slopes, flashes of muzzle fire lighting the dark.

"Who is it?" Isaac's face hardened.

"Miss Mendoza just sent word," another man said. "Mr. Thomson's people are here for Mrs. Mendoza. She gave them the location- it must be them."

Even so, Isaac wasn't at ease.

"Dad, let's go up too," Alberto urged. "I'm worried about Mom."

Isaac nodded heavily.

Gracie was his wife.

He couldn't just stand here and wait for someone else to save her.

If he could fight alongside them, he would.

And he had to see Gracie with his own eyes before he'd believe she was safe.

"Move."

That night, Qille Mount was chaos.

The grand estate Killer had built years ago was torn apart.

Memphis's mercenaries fought with ruthless precision.

But when news finally reached Adeline, Isaac was already on his way to the hospital.