Chapter 373 A Situation

Dominic and the rest ducked under the table almost instantly.

Tobias tried to lighten things up by saying, “Well, here we are again so quickly. Must be destiny, huh?”

Dominic’s expression stayed grim. “This isn’t funny. What’s really happening?”

Tobias grabbed his phone, switched on the flashlight, and dimmed it to the lowest brightness.

“Everything’s a mess outside. I only caught a few gunshots… Damn it! No signal at all! I can’t get through!”

Dominic’s brows knit together slightly. “That can’t be… This hotel sits on the edge of Melville, and it’s the best in the area! Their security is flawless! How could this happen?”

“If someone breached protection like that, they’re seriously dangerous. We’re not facing random thugs.

“This place is secluded. With security down, we’re basically trapped. The fallout could be devastating!”

Before Tobias could continue…

Bang! Bang!

More gunfire exploded.

Screams pierced the hall.

Click!

The lights flickered on again.

A deep voice roared, “Everyone in the banquet hall, get out here. Now.

“If we have to drag you, you’ll regret it.

“My bullets don’t play favorites, and I won’t be sparing anyone!”

Tilda went pale as a sheet. “Are they robbers?”

“These aren’t simple robbers. Anyone bold enough to storm the Hotel Morloss, jam the network, and isolate… that’s closer to trained militants.”

Even Tobias, who was usually the joker, looked stone serious.

This was far beyond what they had imagined.

Nobody could’ve predicted this!

Who would believe that a banquet at the Hotel Morloss would be ambushed by terrorists?

And the crowd here? They were all wealthy and influential.

Snatching a group with wealth that could rival a nation’s economy…

What was their objective?

“Mom, we’re going out.”

After weighing it over, Dominic reached a decision.

“Dominic, we…”

“Mom, don’t worry. I’m right here.

“If killing us was the plan, they wouldn’t go this far just to take over the hotel and corral everyone.

“They want something specific. Until they get it, our lives aren’t in danger.”

Dominic steadied his tone, hoping to settle Tilda’s nerves.

She slowly began to ease up.

Dominic subtly toyed with his watch.

He had hidden a miniature transmitter inside it.

Though known as the eldest Jenson son and CEO of Jenson Group, he also had roots in the underworld.

When it came to survival, one could never carry too many safeguards.

This watch was Dominic’s own design, built with his skills and 80 million dollars.

It held cutting-edge features.

It was prepared for moments exactly like this!

He figured these attackers had skilled hackers in their ranks.

That was why Dominic kept the transmitter discreet.

All he could do now was pray someone could decode his signal.

Then…

A name surfaced in Dominic’s mind—Tilda.

If it was Tilda…

She’d definitely be able to crack it.

Whether she would even want to was another issue.

Truthfully, if she knew, she’d probably relish the thought of him dying here.

That thought sent a flicker of pain across Dominic’s eyes.

Tilda…

Master…

Will I ever face you again?

Could you ever forgive me?

Tobias was tinkering with his own watch too.

Sending out a satellite ping.

He kept it discreet, the same as Dominic.

They were clearly thinking alike.

Dominic crawled out from beneath the table with Tilda.

The lights revealed the scene.

Masked men in devil faces, dressed head to toe in gear, clutching AK-47s, had swarmed the place.

There were at least a dozen of them.

With barrels aimed at the crowd and their aura thick with violence, no one dared to breathe too loud.

The doors swung open.

More armed men strode inside.

“The ones who tried to run have been dealt with.”

“Six dead.”

“Now, count how many are still in the banquet hall.”

One of them raised his AK-47 and let a few shots rip into the ceiling.

Bang! Bang!

Guests turned white with terror.

“Cooperate, and you’ll stay alive.

“But if anyone pulls a stunt, don’t blame me when you’re the next corpse!

“Line up in two rows and hand over all your valuables!”

Facing that much firepower, nobody dared fight back.

Dominic and the others passed over their things.

Then each was swept with a metal detector.

One gunman stared at Dominic and spoke coldly, “The watch. Hand it over.”