“Okay. Dad, I'm going to hang up now."

A tear fell as Raegan hung up the phone. She felt torn. If she did nothing now, her survival rate would raise while Mitchel's would undoubtedly decline. Another possibility was that both she and he could perish from the explosives.

Thus, she felt compelled to act, to grasp at even a sliver of hope.

She initiated a video call to Smith, forwarding him detailed photos of the explosives. Smith assessed that the device was a typical continental-style, remote-controlled bomb. He identified that the remote control wire was the yellow one.

Unaware of Raegan's dangerous surroundings, Smith assumed the explosives Raegan showed him were merely props, yet they appeared incredibly realistic.

Despite being retired for many years, his expertise remained sharp.

Observing the homemade explosive, he remarked, "The props used in films these days are incredibly realistic. It looks very professional."

After expressing her gratitude to Smith, Raegan gazed at the yellow wire for a long time.

She trusted Smith's judgment, and as he had noted, this was a simplified device. It seemed that proper manufacturing tools were unavailable, which would have allowed for a more refined construction.

While Lorenzo's influence was substantial, it was mostly outside Ambrosia.

Ambrosia maintained strict control over such illegal devices. Due to the lack of proper manufacturing conditions, Lorenzo could not produce more sophisticated explosives and had to settle for less.

This limitation, however, presented Raegan with a chance to capitalize on this weakness and easily sever the wire.

Summoning her courage, Raegan lifted the scissors in her hand, bolstering herself to be brave. After mentally preparing for an extended period, when the moment to act finally arrived, her entire hand was trembling.

Raegan's palms were slick with sweat, making it hard for her to hold onto the scissors. With determination, she aimed the scissors at the yellow wire, closed her eyes, and braced herself to cut.

Suddenly, a loud shout burst behind her. "What are you doing?"

Then, there was a loud clang as the scissors were abruptly taken from her grasp by a dark figure.

Raegan looked up to find Henley's handsome, usually refined face looking decidedly restless. She frowned, "Why are you here?"

"Who else did you expect?" Henley retorted, his voice dripping with hate.

Seeing Raegan's silence, Henley snapped, “Well, then, tell me, who else but I would have come to rescue you?"

Initially, Henley left the event venue, furious because of a series of incidents. On his way, his subordinates relayed a series of alarming updates. They first reported that Alexis had been arrested, which was foreseeable.