One of the bodyguards turned to Rosalynn, determination in his voice.


    “Mrs.


    Hughes, we’ll go ahead to scout the area.


    ”


    “Alright.


    ”


    Several bodyguards ventured into the depths of theb first, their figures soon swallowed by the shadows.


    Sanford and Rosalynn remained at the entrance, the tension palpable in the air.


    The remaining two bodyguards stood sentinel, their eyes scanning the surroundings with vignt focus.


    Momentster, the muffled sounds of gunshots and distant shouts echoed back.


    Suddenly, one of the bodyguards reappeared, sprinting back up the steps toward them.


    .


    .


    Library


    “Mr.


    Hughes is indeed inside.


    ”


    They had found him!


    Rosalynn’s heart leapt with excitement, and she moved instinctively towards the entrance, only to be swiftly pulled back by Sanford.


    “I just heard gunshots.


    What’s the situation inside?” Sanford asked.


    “There are researchers inside.Published by N?v''elD/rama.Org.


    We’ve already dealt with their guards,” the bodyguard reported.


    Sanford and Rosalynn exchanged a nce.


    Eager to see her husband, Rosalynn urged, “Brian is inside; let’s go in quickly.


    ”


    “Alright,” Sanford responded, gesturing for the two other bodyguards to continue guarding the door before he entered with Rosalynn.


    They descended into the basement, their steps echoing on the concrete stairs.


    The space was cloaked in darkness and felt damp, permeated by the distinctive scent of disinfectant that one often associates withboratories.


    “Rosalynn, slow down.


    You should watch your step,” Sanford cautioned, noticing her hurried pace.


    Rosalynn nodded, trying to calm her racing heart as she ventured deeper into the space.


    Theboratory was expansive, segmented into multiple rooms.


    As Rosalynn walked through, she noticed several researchers in whiteb coats, crouched in the corners with their heads buried in their hands.


    She passed them without a second nce, her eyes scanning the area.


    “Where is Brian?”


    “Mr.


    Hughes is in that room,” a bodyguard informed, pointing to the innermost room.


    The door was ajar, guarded by a bodyguard stationed at the entrance.


    Rosalynn hastened inside and was met with the sight of a man lying shirtless on an operating table.