The Billionaire Laughed at a Cleaner’s Daughter Until She Heard the Engine’s Secret

Amelia Hayes, went pale.

“Chloe,” she whispered. “No. Baby, don’t.”

But the girl didn’t move.

Behind her, the glass walls of Thorne Energy Labs reflected a room full of exhausted adults, silent computers, blinking control panels, and one enormous silver machine sitting dead in the center of the floor.

The Prometheus Engine.

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