Chapter 7 - The Face of a Ghost
The heavy reinforced door of the safe house exploded inward with a deafening crash that shook the concrete floor.
Three men wearing dark tactical gear stormed into the room, shining blinding flashlights directly into our eyes.
Marcus managed to fire two shots, but a fourth man stepped out from the shadows and struck him fiercely across the back of the head.
My attorney collapsed onto the floor, unconscious and bleeding, leaving me completely defenseless against the intruders.
A woman walked slowly through the broken doorway, her expensive designer heels clicking sharply against the concrete.
Victoria Vance was stunningly beautiful, with piercing blue eyes and a cruel, arrogant smile that mirrored Patricia's perfectly.
She casually stepped over Marcus's body and pointed a silver, suppressed pistol directly at my forehead.
Victoria tossed a portable, satellite-linked biometric scanner onto the table and ordered me to place my thumb on the glass.
She explained that she needed my living fingerprint to authorize the final, irreversible transfer of the Blackwood estate into her shell company.
I refused to move, staring directly into the eyes of the woman who had helped destroy my life.
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Victoria sighed dramatically and pulled a folded piece of paper from her pocket, shoving it aggressively into my hands.
She told me it was a copy of Daniel's ultimate contingency plan, proving that he was going to betray both of us tonight.
