Jaime Dylan was a formidable man, but his ego was inflated beyond belief.
Wade Dylan, too, had arrogance written plainly on his face. He stood tall, shoulders back, constantly carrying himself with an air of conceit.
Jaime squinted at the villa that loomed before him. "Surround this place! Make sure not even a rodent slips through the cracks," he ordered sharply.
"Yes, sir!"
The last of Jaime's words were still lingering in the air as more than five hundred reservists surged forward. The sergeants, lieutenants, and majors barked orders at their respective subordinate officers, and the soldiers moved in tight formation to enclose Nathan's private villa.
Jaime and Wade watched as the reservists infiltrated the compound. They were certain that the Cross family could not escape this time around.
Jaime strode towards the entrance, flanked by Wade and a group of soldiers, ready to bust down the door and barge in.
Much to their surprise, they had only made it past the front gates when the main door of the house swung open.
Nathan stepped out of the house with Benson, Leah, and Kylie in tow.
Benson and Leah were civilians, so that was their first time witnessing such a scene. The sight of their house surrounded by hundreds of soldiers shook them to their core, and their faces paled in terror.
A horrifying thought surfaced in their minds. Did we commit an atrocious crime?
If not, why's there an entire battalion of soldiers surrounding our house?
Nathan's face darkened as he glowered at Jaime and Wade. He asked in a glacial tone, "What do you think you're doing? My wife and daughter are sleeping! Get out of here! If any of you disrupts my family's rest, you'll have to suffer tragic consequences."
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