Billionaire's Regret Finding Her (Caitlin and Sebastian) novel Chapter 697

Chapter 697

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Magnus was on his way out of the royal palace, carrying two sealed envelopes, when a familiar voice called out from behind him.

“Magms! You’re back!”

He turned slightly. “Yes.” His tone was polite but distant.

The speaker was Pamela, a poised young woman dressed in an elegant cream suit. She was the niece of Queen Heather–Magnus’s mother–and, more importantly, the woman Heather intended for him to marry.

But Magnus had no interest in Pamela. He had no interest in any arranged marriage.

“Tonight there’s a performance at the National Opera House,” Pamela said brightly. “I have two VIP tickets. I was hoping you might come with me?”

“Sorry.” Magnus replied without hesitation. “I just got back, and I have state matters to attend to. Invite someone else.”

Without another word, he walked past her, heading toward the palace gates.

Pamela’s smile froze, and as he disappeared down the corridor, she stamped her heel in frustration.

Why did he always reject her?

Pamela was one of Queen Heather’s favorites. She had unrestricted access to the palace and used every opportunity to approach Magnus. But no matter what she did, he remained as cold as ever, giving her nothing to work with.

With no better option, she went straight to her aunt.

When she told Heather what had happened, the queen only smiled. “That’s not such a big deal. He just returned home and has a lot on his plate. Try again another day.”

“Aunt Heather,” Pamela said quietly, “I think Magnus doesn’t like me at all. He’s so distant. But he went abroad for that woman who saved his life. I’m afraid…”

She trailed off, biting her lip.

Heather’s expression darkened. She knew the woman Pamela referred to–Esme. The name had reached her ears more than once,

“What are you afraid of?” Heather said. “Magnus’s marriage will be decided by me. He’ll marry whoever I say he will. He’s always been obedient. You’re both still young. Be patient–and clever. You must learn to create your own chances. I did the same when I became queen.”

Pamela blinked. “You did?”

Heather’s gaze grew distant, her tone soft but calculating. “When I was your age, your uncle–Prince Leif-

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had no interest in me. He’d fallen for a woman from the US, a beautiful one. He wanted to give up his claim to the throne and elope with her.”

Pamela’s eyes widened slightly, but Heather continued without emotion.

“If that had happened, there would be no Queen Heather today. So my brother Maxwell and I took action. We separated them before they could leave the country. In the end, Leif married me, and I became queen. Remember, Pamela–happiness must be taken by wit and timing. If you sit and wait for it, it will never come”

Pamela’s expression hardened with new resolve. “I understand. I won’t give up.”

“Good girl.” Heather said, patting her hand.

Pamela left the queen’s chambers with her head held high, already planning her next move. She would create opportunities to be near Magnus, no matter what it took.

Magnus, unaware of the conversation, had already left the palace. Accompanied by his guards, he arranged to have the collected samples sent to the national genetics institute. The results would take a day or two, and until then, he would wait in silence.

Still, he kept one eye on the situation unfolding in D Country. His intelligence officers briefed him regularly, reporting that Caitlin’s team had executed a successful operation against the Seventh Door. The situation was intense, but Caitlin’s side held the upper hand.

In Regalis, D Country, the hunt continued.

After capturing Ignatius, Sebastian’s next target was Dustin.

When Sable and Xian were taken into custody, one of their loyal men managed to get a warning through. Dustin, still recovering from a gunshot wound, immediately understood the danger.

“Zero, the helicopter will be here in five minutes!” his subordinate shouted.

“Good. We’re leaving now.”

Ignoring the pain in his back, Dustin hastily pulled out his IV line and grabbed a jacket.

But moments later, more vehicles arrived at the hospital gates. His men peered out the windows and saw armed teams swarming the entrance.

“Zero, they’re here!”

“Move!” Dustin barked.

He didn’t even have time to put on his shoes. With several bodyguards, he rushed out of the ward.

At the same time, Sebastian’s strike team stormed the hospital. Tyler, Vaughn, and King led the assault, entering through multiple access points.

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As Dustin and his men turned down a corridor, they ran straight into Vaughn’s team.

“There he is! Don’t let him escape!” Vaughn shouted.

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Dustin spun on his heel, retreating toward another stairwell. His men opened fire to cover him.

Gunshots echoed through the sterile hallways. Terrified patients and visitors scattered, screaming.

Vaughn and his unit ducked into doorways, returning fire carefully to avoid hitting civilians.

Dustin reached the emergency stairwell, limping but determined, and pushed upward toward the roof. Above, a helicopter from the Silent Order was descending, its rotors slicing the air.

“Zero, hurry! The helicopter’s ready!”

“Cover me!”

Two of his men supported him, practically carrying him up the last flight.

Vaughn shot two guards in quick succession and followed with Tyler close behind. They met King’s team on the stairs, all of them charging upward together.

On the rooftop, the wind was deafening. The helicopter had already landed, and the last of Dustin’s men were holding off the attackers.

“Zero! Get in!”

Gritting his teeth, Dustin hauled himself toward the door. His back burned with pain as his men lifted him into the cabin.

When Vaughn and Tyler burst through the door, the helicopter was already lifting off the pad.

“Fire!”

Bullets tore through the air, striking several of Dustin’s men as they clung to the rope ladder. Two fell screaming into the night. But the aircraft itself remained airborne, veering sharply away from the hospital.

“Don’t let that bastard get away!” Tyler shouted.

Ignoring the danger, he sprinted across the rooftop.

“Tyler, no!” Vaughn yelled, but it was too late.

As the helicopter tilted forward, Tyler leapt, catching the landing strut with both hands. The helicopter rose, carrying him high above the rooftop, his body dangling in the wind.

Vaughn grabbed his radio. “He’s on the helicopter! Repeat, Tyler’s on the helicopter!”

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