Chapter 413 The Line That Was Crossed

“Did you notice something wrong?” Sierra hadn’t dared to ask earlier.

“Someone’s been inside,” Johnathan replied crisply.

He’d set up a small security mechanism by the door–something even Sierra didn’t know about. Just now, he’d spotted a slight disturbance. That was all it took.

If it had just been him, maybe he wouldn’t have cared. But with Sierra there–he wasn’t willing to gamble.

It was a while before Mateo and Stone returned from checking the apartment. Their expressions were grim. Mateo opened his hands, revealing the problem. “There were several hidden cameras installed.”

If he hadn’t been an expert, he might have missed them entirely. Stone had initially found nothing, and only when Mateo pulled out his most advanced detection device were they located.

“These are cutting edge,” Mateo said, frowning. “Even more advanced than the models I’ve developed.”

Johnathan’s face darkened.

Mateo might act unhinged most of the time, but when it came to electronics, he was at the top of the field. If this tech surpassed his latest prototypes, then the people behind it were no small operation.

Mateo was visibly rattled, his pride bruised. “I’m locking myself in the lab tomorrow. I will make something better.”

But Stone brought them back to the point. “Now’s not the time. What’s the plan?”

This place was clearly compromised. Even Stone felt uncomfortable staying there now.

“We’ll move to Garden Compound,” Johnathan decided.

It was one of his other properties, famous for its security–one of the best in Capital City.

Stone and Mateo personally escorted Johnathan and Sierra there. After a full sweep and clearing of the premises, they left the two alone.

Before departing, Stone promised to start tracing the intrusion. But everyone knew the odds of finding anything were slim.

The place was new to Sierra. It was spacious, and she only tidied up the master bedroom. For now, it was enough to rest.

“Scared?” Johnathan asked.

He had dealt with things like this before—but this was Sierra’s first time.

Sierra shook her head. “Not scared… just tense.”

“Was it someone from the group behind Quinn?”

“Most likely,” Johnathan said.

They’d clearly been targeted since Quinn had come into the picture.

“If nothing comes from the symposium, I’ll go visit Quinn myself.”

“But her condition–”

“She may not be able to give us anything,” Sierra said. Quinn had spiraled into madness. She was under heavy watch. Medical experts were attempting to repair her nervous system–but with today’s technology, that was basically impossible.

“I need to see her with my own eyes,” Johnathan said.

He wasn’t convinced yet. Quinn had always been good at pretending. This could be another trick.

Just as they were preparing to settle down for the night, Johnathan’s phone rang. It was Wayne.

The moment the call connected, his grandfather’s voice came through, low and sharp. “Was the intrusion meant for you–or for the person beside you?”

Johnathan wasn’t surprised he’d heard about it so fast. Wayne had been busy these days—digging up everything he could. And the more he found, the angrier he got.

Johnathan wasn’t just anyone. He was the Wynn family’s eldest grandson, the next in line for the patriarchal seat. And yet–someone dared target him?

Wayne hadn’t just been sitting idle. He’d been running parallel investigations into the same organization. That’s why the authorities had given Quinn’s case so much attention–it had become a full-scale priority.

But so far, nothing solid had surfaced. The organization was slippery, cautious. Every time a lead popped up, it vanished almost immediately. They rotated personnel, switched identities, erased trails. Impossible to trace.

The scale and sophistication suggested deep financial backing. And that raised red flags all the way to the top.

What little they had exposed so far only hinted at drug research. But if that was what they let be discovered–what else were they hiding?

This was no longer just about Johnathan or Sierra. This was a national concern.

So when Wayne got the news that someone had broken into Johnathan’s home, he called immediately.

“Come stay at the ancestral estate.”

His tone left no room for negotiation.

The Wynn family’s old estate had top-tier security–on par with classified government facilities. Possibly even safer.

Wayne knew how stubborn his grandson could be. After a brief pause, he added-

“Bring her with you.”