Chapter 370: Silent Extraction

Ethan..

Chris's voice still rang in my ears as I strode down the corridor, my jaw tight with restrained fury.

"Remove everything. Knock if you have to."

Understood.

I had already pulled a small team—men I trusted—and we were moving fast. No unnecessary questions, no hesitation. Classic and Amal didn't need to wake up to this insult lingering over them.

As we approached the royal suite, I signaled for silence. Two of my men flanked the entrance while I knocked, firm but measured.

A few seconds passed before Classic's voice came through. "Who is it?"

"Security check, Your Highness," I said smoothly. No lies—just not the full truth.

A pause. Then the door unlocked with a soft click.

Classic stood in the doorway, shirtless, his expression unreadable. His sharp eyes flicked between me and the men behind me. Suspicious. Good.

"What's this about?" he asked, keeping his voice low.

I stepped inside, scanning the room without breaking stride. "A breach," I said curtly, my tone leaving no room for argument. "I need the room cleared. Now."

Amal sat on the edge of the bed, dressed in a silk robe, her gaze cool but alert. She said nothing—just watched.

Classic shut the door behind us, crossing his arms. "What kind of breach?"

I didn't answer. Instead, I motioned to my men, and they got to work.

One unscrewed the discreet camera hidden within the ceiling molding. Another pulled out a small device and swept for audio taps. The red light on his scanner flickered—there were more than just cameras. Mics embedded in the walls.

They had bugged the entire damn room.

Classic's eyes darkened as realization hit. "You're kidding."

I met his gaze. "Saudi intelligence."

His hands clenched into fists. "How long?"

"Since before you entered the room."

I turned to Amal, who was still composed—but something in her expression shifted. She wasn't surprised. She expected this.

She slowly stood, crossing her arms. "Did my father order it?"

I didn't answer immediately. Instead, I plucked a nearly invisible wire from the bedpost and tossed it onto the floor.

Classic swore under his breath. Amal inhaled sharply but kept her composure.

"My orders are clear," I said finally, my voice low. "Everything goes. Every wire, every device. By the time we leave, this room will be clean."

Classic's jaw tightened. He looked at me, then at Amal. "And what happens after?"

I smirked. "After?"

I picked up the dismantled camera and crushed it under my boot.

"Your father will handle the rest."