Chapter 6 - The Hostage Crisis
I stared blindly at the high-definition video screen in utter, complete disbelief as Teresa desperately cried for my immediate help.
The incredibly cruel woman who had relentlessly mocked me for giving birth to daughters was now completely and entirely at my mercy.
Chloe violently snatched the phone from Teresa's trembling hands and smiled sadistically directly into the camera lens.
She casually and arrogantly explained that Mark's firm was completely bankrupt and the family's personal accounts were entirely frozen by the government.
She aggressively demanded that I immediately transfer my personal, hidden trust funds directly to her offshore account.
If I foolishly refused, she cheerfully promised to slowly and painfully eliminate the Vance family members one by one.
She even angled the camera deliberately to show Mark tightly tied to a wooden chair, looking totally broken and utterly pathetic.
He opened his swollen, bloody mouth and weakly pleaded with me to please save his miserable life.
I looked directly at the arrogant man who had smugly and cruelly dismissed me just a few highly chaotic days ago.
I felt a remarkably cold, incredibly calculated calm suddenly wash over my entire body.
I firmly told Chloe that I needed exactly one hour to authorize the massive, highly complicated international wire transfer.
She smiled incredibly greedily, sternly warned me not to call the police, and abruptly ended the chilling video call.
Julian looked at me with deep, genuine concern, asking if I was truly going to surrender my entire fortune to save those terrible people.
I calmly closed the encrypted laptop and shook my head incredibly firmly.
I was absolutely not going to send that greedy, violent monster a single solitary penny.
Instead, I used Julian's highly advanced satellite network to directly contact the elite European tactical unit that handled dangerous international fugitives.
I securely provided them with Chloe's real legal name, her exact global GPS coordinates, and a list of her active Interpol warrants.
We watched the incredibly clear live satellite feed of the Vance estate as heavy armored tactical vehicles silently surrounded the entire property.
Suddenly, the high-definition tactical feed went completely, terrifyingly black.
Julian's massive security system began blaring a incredibly loud, piercing red alert throughout the entire Monaco high-rise penthouse.
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A highly sophisticated, incredibly aggressive hacking protocol had just successfully bypassed our building's primary defense grid.
Someone had successfully tracked my secure video signal, and they were already inside the private elevator coming rapidly up to our floor.
