Graig's fist slammed down on the table, his face twisted in rage as he watched the footage replaying Abigail's rescue mission.

The screen flickered with scenes of Alexander, Shawn, Belle, and Abigail, each fighting with a ferocity that sent a surge of anger through him.

He couldn't believe how easily they had slipped through his defenses, how they had humiliated him on his own territory.

"Impossible!" His voice thundered, and Zach flinched beside him, his face a mix of tension and apprehension.

Graig glared at his son, fury smoldering in his eyes.

"Father, we’ll regroup and—”

“Regroup?” Graig’s tone turned venomous, his voice laced with contempt.

"We'll do more than...