CBS Y&R Spoilers Shock Chance finds out Jordan is the eavesdropper and arrests her -where is Sharon?

The Young and the Restless spoilers: The Final Chase

The damp, cold air of a Genoa City night clung to Jordan’s skin as she crouched behind a stack of crates in the dimly lit alley. Her heart raced, the sound almost deafening in her ears as she strained to hear the conversation ahead.

There he was—Chance Chancellor, the man who had turned her life upside down—standing under a flickering streetlight. His confident posture and sharp gaze exuded the authority he wielded, making it clear he was no ordinary adversary.

Jordan’s ears perked up as his voice cut through the night air, low and menacing.
“She won’t escape this time. Sharon’s secrets will come to light, and Genoa will finally see the truth,” Chance declared, his tone heavy with determination.

Jordan’s breath hitched. Sharon—the name that had become a curse in her life. Protecting Sharon was her mission, her purpose. But now Chance was closing in, and Jordan could feel the walls tightening around her. She shifted slightly, her foot brushing against a loose piece of metal. The faint clang echoed down the alley.

Chance’s head snapped toward her direction, his eyes narrowing.

“Who’s there?” Chance called out, taking a step forward. His hand rested on the holster at his side, ready for any confrontation.

Jordan bolted. Her adrenaline took over as she dashed through the maze of alleyways, her mind racing faster than her feet. How had it come to this? She had been so careful, so meticulous, yet now Chance was on her trail, and she was running for her life.

The chase was relentless. Jordan weaved through the darkened streets, her breath ragged and her legs burning. Behind her, Chance pursued with the precision and persistence of a hunter. His every step seemed calculated, his every movement a reminder of the inevitable.

“You can’t run forever, Jordan,” Chance’s voice boomed through the night.

But she didn’t respond. There was no point in wasting breath on words when she needed every ounce of strength to stay ahead.

As she rounded a corner, Jordan’s foot caught on a loose cobblestone, sending her sprawling to the ground. Pain shot through her knee, but she scrambled to her feet, ignoring the sting. The sound of Chance’s footsteps grew louder, closer.

Her lungs burned as she pushed forward, darting into an abandoned warehouse. The heavy metal door groaned shut behind her as she leaned against it, her body trembling. She needed to think, to plan. But before she could catch her breath, the door slammed open, and there he was.

“End of the line, Jordan,” Chance said, his voice calm but laced with authority.

Jordan backed away, her hands clenched into fists.
“You don’t know what you’re doing, Chance. You think you’re the hero, but you don’t understand the stakes.”

“I understand enough,” he replied, advancing toward her. “You’ve been playing a dangerous game, and it ends now.”

Jordan lunged at him, desperate to escape, but Chance was ready. He sidestepped her attack, grabbing her arm and twisting it behind her back. With a swift motion, he secured the handcuffs around her wrists.

“Let me go!” Jordan screamed, struggling against his grip.

But it was futile. Chance’s strength and training far outweighed her desperation.
“You knew this was how it would end,” Chance said, his tone devoid of sympathy. “You can’t outrun justice.”