Chapter 10 - The False Victory
I slammed on the brakes and pulled the truck into a dark, empty alleyway.
Clara was barely breathing, her skin burning with an incredibly high, unnatural fever.
I realized Doctor Reynolds must have secretly injected her with a slow-acting poison during their brief struggle at the estate.
I used my newly acquired billions to immediately contact a legendary underground surgeon.
Within an hour, we were in a sterile, hidden medical facility beneath the city streets.
The surgeon successfully administered a rare antidote, stabilizing Clara's failing heart just in time.
I left Clara resting safely and used the rest of my money to hire a massive, elite mercenary squad.
My private army brutally raided my own estate, capturing Victoria and Marcus before they could escape the country.
We handed over undeniable digital proof of Victoria's crimes, the forged medical records, and the arson report to the FBI.
The news networks quickly broadcasted my absolute innocence and showed Victoria being dragged away in federal handcuffs.
The nightmare was finally over, and my daughter was completely safe in my arms again.
We were resting peacefully in a luxurious presidential suite at a secure downtown hotel.
I gently tucked Emily into her warm bed and kissed her forehead before walking into the living room.
Clara was awake, sitting in a velvet armchair by the window, staring out at the city lights.
I thanked her for saving our lives, completely oblivious to the burner phone resting in her lap.
The bright screen of the phone clearly displayed a text message that read, "The fool actually believes Victoria was the mastermind."
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Clara looked up at me with a cold, terrifying smile and casually locked the heavy hotel door from the inside.
She slowly pulled a silenced pistol from beneath her blanket and whispered, "Phase two begins now, Jonathan."
