Chapter 82 Predetermined Victory

• India
• The morning sun bathed the dining hall of the ancient castle in a warm glow as India and Stacey sat among the group, enjoying breakfast. Laughter and conversation filled the air as they savored the simple joy of being together. Yet, amidst the relaxed mood, there lingered an undercurrent of tension, a palpable sense of unease that hung in the air like a heavy fog.
• As India reached for her phone, a subtle shift in the room's energy caught her attention. She frowned, her gaze flickering to the device in her hand as she read the message from Lord Williams. A surge of apprehension washed over her as she absorbed the words, her heart quickening with each passing moment.