Chapter 415

Bang—

A muffled sound pierced the night.

The surveillance screen in front of Timothy Gold went black. The drone's signal vanished completely.

The live stream cut off abruptly.

The sudden late-night broadcast of Siblings had already caught viewers off guard.

Yet, a flood of loyal fans had still rushed into the stream.

They witnessed armed personnel boarding the island and the chilling moment the drone was shot down.

[Oh my god! What's happening?]

[These aren't our military!]

[They're armed! Advancing toward the island's center!]

[Wait—is that Evelyn Laurent and Ethan Sullivan? Where are they going?]

The internet erupted instantly.

Timothy's fingers flew across the keyboard.

He immediately dialed the coast guard, reporting the exact coordinates and requesting emergency backup.

The last thing the surveillance feed captured was Evelyn and Ethan disappearing swiftly into the darkness.

"Damn it!"

Timothy slammed his fist on the desk.

Neither of them had taken their earpieces or GPS bracelets when they left the ship.

Now there was no way to contact them.

These were two high-profile guests with special statuses—how could they act recklessly in a crisis?

A cold sweat broke out on Timothy's forehead.

All he could do was pray they returned safely.

Then—

On the surveillance feed, Evelyn suddenly looked up.

Her icy gaze pierced through the lens. "Fall back. Don't get in the way."

Timothy froze.

In the way?

She was telling the entire production crew to evacuate?

But with the situation escalating, he didn't have time to overthink it.

An unnatural sound came from the shoreline.

He whipped around.

Two rubber boats had landed silently.

Four armed figures stepped onto the island, their gun barrels glinting coldly under the moonlight.

"Everyone, assemble now! Armed intruders on the island!"

Timothy's voice trembled over the broadcast.

Rachel Clemenson scoffed. "What script is this now?"

Leo Clemenson lounged on the couch. "Just special effects. I'm not falling for it."

The other guests gathered one by one.

Only Bianca Fairchild remained by Xander Quincy's side as he lay unconscious.

Through the window, she spotted shadowy figures approaching and tightened her grip on the medical scissors.

Julian Langley burst into the room first.

"Where's Evelyn?"

His gaze swept over the crowd—then his face drained of color.