Chapter 3 - The Secret Drive
Uncle Arthur was shoved violently into the dark, freezing server room on the fourth floor.
Two massive mercenaries locked the reinforced door, leaving him completely trapped with the humming computers.
They vastly underestimated the old soldier, assuming an unarmed man could never breach a digital fortress.
Arthur immediately went to work, pulling a small, highly advanced hacking device from his hidden boot pocket.
He plugged the device directly into the hospital's primary surveillance mainframe.
Rows of glowing monitors instantly flickered to life, displaying dozens of live security feeds.
He quickly searched the video archives, specifically pulling up the footage from Khloe's luxury suite.
The high-definition video clearly showed Isabella violently shoving and kicking his helpless, pregnant niece.
But as Arthur watched the footage leading up to the assault, his eyes widened in absolute shock.
He rewound the video by three minutes and watched the hallway camera stationed just outside the suite.
Marcus had been standing quietly in the dark corridor for several minutes before he ever entered the room.
The billionaire had watched the entire brutal assault happen through the cracked door without stopping it.
But even more incredibly, Marcus was typing furiously on his phone, looking completely panicked and terrified.
Arthur noticed that Marcus's hands were shaking violently as he watched Isabella attack his wife.
This was not the calm, calculating mastermind who had just ordered Arthur locked away.
Arthur quickly downloaded the massive video file onto a secure, encrypted USB drive.
He needed to get this physical evidence directly to the FBI task force investigating corporate corruption.
Just as the download reached ninety-nine percent, the main power to the server room was suddenly cut.
The monitors went completely black, plunging the small room into total, terrifying darkness.
The heavy steel door was violently kicked open, letting a sliver of hallway light spill inside.
Isabella Rossi stepped into the server room, flanked by three heavily armed cartel enforcers.
She was no longer playing the role of a terrified socialite seeking comfort from a billionaire.
She held a suppressed tactical pistol in her perfectly manicured hand, her eyes completely devoid of mercy.
"Hand over the flash drive right now, old man, or I will paint these servers with your brains," Isabella ordered.
Arthur slowly raised his hands in the air, his mind racing to formulate a desperate escape plan.
He kicked a heavy rolling office chair directly at the armed men and dove behind the massive server racks.
Bullets tore violently through the computer equipment, showering Arthur in dangerous sparks and shattered plastic.
He crawled aggressively through the narrow maintenance gap, clutching the USB drive tightly to his chest.
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He reached the air conditioning vent, kicked the grate open, and pulled himself entirely inside the ductwork.
Isabella screamed in furious rage, ordering her ruthless men to tear the entire building apart to find him.
