Chapter 4 - The Phantom Account
The sudden realization that the fifty million dollars was entirely gone felt like a physical punch to my exhausted chest.
Richard grabbed the satellite phone from Thorne, his silver hair wild and his expensive suit ruined with blood and medical fluids.
He immediately dialed his elite corporate cybersecurity team, ordering them to freeze every single server at Whitmore Atlantic.
The lead analyst practically cried on the phone, explaining that Marcus Vance had used highly classified executive override codes to bypass the firewall.
The money was currently bouncing through a dozen shell companies in the Cayman Islands, completely beyond the reach of American federal law enforcement.
I held my sleeping newborn son tightly against my chest, the sheer terror of our situation threatening to pull me into total despair.
Evan was not just a greedy, cheating husband looking for a quick payout to fund a luxurious lifestyle with his mistress.
He was a highly calculated pawn working for a massive criminal organization that had just stolen fifty million dollars from my father’s company.
Richard ordered Thorne to immediately move us to a secondary, off-the-grid safehouse located deep in the mountains.
We loaded into a heavily armored black SUV under the cover of darkness, leaving the bloody medical facility completely abandoned.
As we drove through the winding mountain roads, my burner phone suddenly vibrated in the cup holder.
It was an automated alert from my personal home security system, which I had secretly kept active without Evan’s knowledge.
I opened the live camera feed on my phone and watched as Evan and Celeste walked into my beautiful living room holding champagne glasses.
They were laughing wildly, celebrating their absolute victory over my grave.
Celeste twirled around the room, wearing my favorite silk robe and holding my grandmother's heirloom diamond ring up to the light.
She kissed Evan passionately, telling him that she couldn't wait to spend the rest of her life in this gorgeous house.
Evan smiled a cruel, dark smile and poured her another glass of expensive vintage champagne.
He told her they wouldn't be staying in the house much longer, because the demolition crew was scheduled to arrive tomorrow morning.
He planned to burn the entire estate to the ground to erase any lingering forensic evidence of his financial crimes.
Then, Evan looked directly into the hidden camera lens tucked inside the bookshelf, as if he knew exactly who was watching on the other side.
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He raised his champagne glass in a mocking toast and whispered directly into the microphone.
He said he hoped I was enjoying the show, because he knew I was still alive.
