Chapter 6 - The Private Clinic
The impact threw me violently against my seatbelt, reigniting the agonizing fire in my shattered ribs.
Julian’s armored car absorbed most of the kinetic shock, keeping us from spinning out of control.
Our highly trained driver did not panic; he slammed the accelerator and executed a flawless evasive maneuver through the wet city streets.
The black SUV attempted to pursue us, but our driver lost them entirely by weaving through a crowded industrial district.
Twenty minutes later, we arrived at the heavily guarded gates of a private, elite medical sanctuary.
Armed security guards escorted me directly into a luxurious VIP trauma suite that looked more like a penthouse apartment than a hospital room.
Once my medical needs were stabilized by a team of trusted private doctors, I sat up in bed and opened my laptop.
Julian stood by the window, coordinating with a team of former intelligence operatives he had hired to investigate the crash.
By 3:00 a.m., the lead investigator sent a heavily encrypted file directly to my secure email server.
I opened the dossier and began reading the financial background check on the truck driver who hit me.
The driver had received a massive offshore wire transfer exactly twelve hours before he ran that red light.
I traced the routing numbers of the payment through a complex web of anonymous shell corporations.
My fingers flew across the keyboard as I used my specialized tech background to bypass the basic financial firewalls.
The final destination of the shell company completely stopped my heart.
The money used to hire the hitman did not originate from Greg’s failing real estate business.
The financial account belonged to a secretive private equity firm completely controlled by my own father.
Greg was just a desperate, pathetic pawn in a much larger, darker game.
My father had funded the assassination attempt because he knew my original will left him fifty million dollars.
A profound, terrifying rage replaced every single ounce of sorrow in my broken body.
I told Julian to immediately freeze every single corporate asset tied to my father's name using the fraud contingency protocols.
Julian executed the command, permanently locking my father out of his own hidden wealth.
My secure mobile phone suddenly rang with an unknown restricted number.
I answered it, putting the device on speakerphone so Julian could hear.
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My father’s cold, menacing laugh echoed through the quiet clinic room.
He cheerfully informed me that he had just kidnapped Nurse Marisol from the hospital parking garage, and he would kill her if I didn't reinstate my original will.
