as Marcus's security team stormed the penthou

oom. The decor was understated but exuded a quiet elegance, with muted t

ulling out his phone and scrolling through hi

ed with both curiosity and skepticism. "I tho

ed, his fingers pausing over a number

against the wall. "Waiting for

hing as the line rang. His silence was enoug

gh the peephole before opening it. Standing there was a tall man with sharp eyes, a rigid military posture, and a presence that dema

e and surveying the room. His gaze landed on Isabella, lingering

" Isabella said, her smile

es remained calculating. "Can we trust her?" Ameli

ed. "But right now, we

table. His movements were efficient, almost surgical. He powered i

en. "He's not just gathering evidence-he's building an army. C

ed, his jaw tightening. The nam

tivity-men in tactical gear, rows of computers, and crates of what looked like weaponry. "But here's what doesn't make sense." He tapp

ella said, her voice cutting

simultaneously. "What va

uilt beneath the old Blackwood mansion. The one containing enough evid

ou knew about this and didn't

sual conversation," Isabella shot back. "Besi

"And you think Marcus

desperate to consolidate power? If he gets to it first, he can

es he plan to breach it? Blackwood's security systems we

a interjected. "Your father had them hidden in t

ssion darkened. "

n Geneva. The other... is in the hands of

against a megalomaniac with unlimited resources to

confirmed with a smirk

e group. "If we're doing this, we're going to need more t

ault might hold the key to everything, but we're

ver them. Outside, the city buzzed with its usual indiffe