Chapter 93: We have a new traitor.

From the window of the mansion that had once belonged to Anthony Hahn, Johnny watched the servants tending the gardens, the tasks being carried out as if everything were normal. He clenched his fists, anger radiating from his eyes. The vision was not one of triumph, but of humiliation. He had lost control, and it was eating away at him.

"I swear, I will return even more powerful. They will kneel before me!" Johnny muttered to himself, his voice thick with resentment.

Rebecca, who was standing in the corner of the bedroom, watched Johnny from behind. She sighed, a mix of frustration and exasperation written all over her face. Perhaps, for the first time, she questioned herself: how was she different from him? Both consumed by ego, by the thirst for power, but now, trapped in an alliance that was beginning to show its cracks.

"It's time to go," she said finally, breaking the heavy silence.

Without answering, Johnny turned away, his eyes still dark. Taylor was already waiting for them in the car, taking over the driving, as he was the only one who knew exactly where to take them.

The trio arrived at the chosen location: a small rustic house, hidden by the sea. The wooden facade seemed worn by time and saltiness, and the small windows offered little light. As soon as Johnny stepped inside, he wrinkled his nose.

"What a horrible place! Is this a joke?" he complained, looking around with contempt.

Rebecca crossed her arms, staring at him with a bored look. "It's either that or sleep outside. Choose, great leader."

Johnny ignored the provocation and continued his inspection. He pushed open the door to what would be the master bedroom and let out a bitter laugh when he realized there was no suite.

"It doesn't even have a decent bathroom! This is a nightmare."

Rebecca rolled her eyes and threw herself on one of the sofas in the living room, which creaked under her weight. 

"You know, Johnny, it would be nice if you saved that energy to think about how we're going to survive the next few days. But no, you'd rather complain about the wooden walls." Before he could answer, Taylor, who was carrying the bags, intervened in a calm tone. 

"Look on the bright side. We're isolated, no one will find us here. The sound of the waves can be relaxing. It's a great place to plan without distractions." Johnny and Rebecca stared at him as if he were an alien. Taylor realized the error of trying to be optimistic and raised his hands in surrender. 

"Okay, I get it. I'll shut up." He quickly left, preferring the company of the sea to the tension inside the house. Rebecca watched Taylor leave and let out a long sigh. "You know, Johnny, sometimes I think he's the only one with any sense among us." Johnny, still grumbling about the old-fashioned furniture, turned to her. "If he had any sense, he wouldn't be here, stuck in this situation with us." Rebecca shook her head. "And you think you're in such a better position? This place, this... 'forced humility', only shows that we're losing. The difference is that I admit it so I can try to understand what hit us, while you continue to live in denial." Johnny approached her, his eyes shining with a mix of anger and arrogance. 

"I don't lose, Rebecca. This is temporary. Remember that." She held his gaze for a few seconds, before finally looking away.

"Temporary or not, we're here now. Enjoy the sound of the waves, Johnny. It might be the only solace we'll have for a while."

Silence fell upon them again, filled only by the rhythmic sound of the waves crashing on the beach. Outside, Taylor watched the sea, trying to ignore the incessant discussions and focus on what really mattered, a new plan. It was then that Taylor sat by the sea, the sound of the waves crashing against the sand trying to calm his restless mind. He relived the events at the Kicher mansion, each detail bothering him more and more with each passing second. How had Rebecca escaped? There were DK's subordinates everywhere. Did she have superpowers? Or had someone helped her?

These questions wouldn't leave him alone. Determined to get answers, he got up and went back into the cabin.

Without hesitation, Taylor looked at Rebecca, who was sitting on the couch with a distant look, and said: "Who helped you escape from the Kicher mansion?"

The silence fell for a moment. Johnny, who was leaning against the wall, looked up and stared at Rebecca with an expression of curiosity and suspicion. He seemed to finally understand why Rebecca wanted to break off her alliance with him.

"So that's it," Johnny said with a bitter smile. "You have an ace up your sleeve, don't you?" Rebecca slowly stood up, crossing her arms. "Okay, you got me, Taylor. And I must say that yes, I have an ally inside DK's house." 

"Who is it?" Taylor pressed. Rebecca ignored the question and continued: "This ally will help us turn the tables. He will give us all the steps on Dylan Kicher and Bella Hahn. We have an advantage they can't even imagine." Johnny laughed, shaking his head. "I should have known you had something planned. It wasn't just hurt pride when you wanted to break up with me, it was because you thought you could go it alone." Rebecca stared at him. "And maybe I still can, but we're here now, so take the chance I'm offering. Or would you rather keep complaining about old furniture?" Taylor watched the exchange carefully, without getting involved. He knew the tension between them could explode at any moment, but now he had important information: someone inside the Kicher mansion was a traitor. 

**At the Kicher Mansion**

Meanwhile, the sun was shining brightly at the Kicher mansion, a day that symbolized renewal and unity. Bella Hahn and DK were in the great hall, gathering their subordinates. Both exuded confidence.

Bella took the lead and began: "Today, we want to officially announce something that will surprise no one."

"We are joining forces to take down Johnny and Rebecca," DK added.

There was a buzz among the subordinates, but Luke, the most direct among them, raised his voice. "Honestly, it was obvious. It's nothing new. I think only you two hadn't realized that you were already working together."

Laughter spread throughout the room, breaking the tense atmosphere for a brief moment.

DK gave a smirk and raised his hand, drawing attention again. "If that's the case, let's get to work. We have a lot to do, and the priority is to prepare a surprise attack on the wooden cabin where Johnny and Rebecca are hiding."

"Hidden? Weren't they at the Hahn mansion?" asked a subordinate.

"Yes," Bella replied. "But after what happened here yesterday, they ran like rats into the sewer. And I know exactly where they are." 

As everyone mobilized for the attack, Patrick, one of DK's closest subordinates, slipped away discreetly. He walked to an empty hallway and picked up his cell phone. After typing quickly, he called Rebecca. 

"I have news," he said quietly. "They're mobilizing to attack you at the cabin. You better get out of there now." Rebecca smiled on the other end of the line. "I knew I could count on you. Thank you, Patrick

Patrick hung up the call and returned to the group as if nothing had happened.

A few hours later, DK and Bella led a small group to the cabin by the sea. The walk was silent but focused, each step carrying the weight of determination to end this once and for all.

When they reached the cabin, DK gestured for everyone to stand before entering. But when they broke down the door, they realized that the place was empty.

“There’s no one here,” Bella said, looking around suspiciously.

“How are they going to escape?” DK growled, clenching his fists.

Bella looked at the tire tracks in the sand that led to the horizon. 

“It’s clear now. We have a traitor among us.”

DK nodded, his eyes narrowed.

“And we’re going to find out who it is.”

Tension hung in the air, and the silent war within the group itself began to take shape.