Chapter 5 - The Discovery
Dorian immediately carried the tiny microchip down to his highly secure underground server room.
Marin insisted on following him, refusing to be left alone in the massive, unfamiliar mansion.
Titan walked closely beside her, matching his pace to her slow, painful limp.
Dorian inserted the microchip into an encrypted, untraceable laptop on his desk.
Lines of complex code and hidden financial ledgers flooded the large monitor.
These were the real accounts that Garrett Boyd had desperately tried to delete before he died.
Dorian's eyes narrowed as he traced the flow of the stolen millions across the globe.
The money had not just been embezzled for personal luxury or greed.
It had been systematically routed to heavily armed mercenary groups and rival Russian cartels.
Someone inside Dorian's organization was actively funding a massive coup to violently overthrow him.
Marin stepped closer to the glowing screen, squinting at a specific row of numbers.
Her heart skipped a beat as she recognized a familiar string of digits.
"Wait, I know that routing number," Marin said, pointing a shaking finger at the screen.
Dorian turned to her in surprise, wondering how a cleaning woman could understand offshore banking codes.
Marin explained that after Daniel died, a mysterious anonymous account had paid for her extensive leg surgeries.
She had memorized the account number from the hospital billing statements during her darkest days of grief.
Dorian rapidly typed on the keyboard, tracing the origin of that specific anonymous account.
The screen flashed red, indicating the account belonged to a senior member of Dorian's inner circle.
It was an account strictly controlled by Silas Thorne, Dorian's most trusted underboss and lifelong friend.
Silas had been the one pulling the strings, stealing the money, and orchestrating the hit on Daniel.
Marin realized that Silas had paid her medical bills out of a twisted sense of guilt for murdering her husband.
Dorian slammed his fist down on the metal desk, shattering the silence of the underground room.
His closest friend had betrayed him and sold their entire empire to their deadliest enemies.
Suddenly, the bright fluorescent lights in the server room flickered and died completely.
A loud, mechanical grinding noise echoed through the walls of the sprawling estate.
Thick, bulletproof steel shutters slammed down aggressively over every single window and door in the mansion.
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The digital lock on the server room door turned from green to a glowing, menacing red.
They were now completely locked inside Dorian's own fortress, and the traitor had the only key.
