Chapter 3 - THE TARGET IDENTIFIED
Outside in the brisk Chicago evening air, two dark green suited bodyguards moved with disciplined tactical precision.
They located Arthur Pendelton sitting in a corner booth of the terrace bar, laughing loudly with high-society associates.
Pendelton was Rory’s legal guardian and uncle, a man notorious for embezzling charitable funds while living in absolute luxury.
Before Arthur could finish his expensive scotch, a heavy hand firmly clamped down upon his tailored wool shoulder.
"Mr. Pendelton, you are requested inside the private dining suite immediately," the lead bodyguard stated coldly.
Arthur flinched, attempting to puff out his chest with arrogant defiance as he looked up at the towering men.
"Unhand me this instant! Do you have any idea who I am? I know city councilmen!" Arthur snarled in outrage.
The bodyguard did not waste words, applying subtle joint pressure that forced Arthur to rise from his seat.
"Mr. Thorne does not like to be kept waiting," the guard murmured, guiding him firmly toward the private corridor.
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Arthur’s arrogant expression began to fracture as he was escorted past the framed American flag toward the back rooms.
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