Chapter 10 - THE MANHATTAN CONFRONTATION
Inside the private penthouse library of the townhouse, billionaire industrialist Julian Vance sat drinking expensive wine.
He choked on his vintage burgundy as Marcus Thorne stepped out of the shadows into the warm chandelier light.
"Marcus?! How did you get in here?! This is a private residence!" Julian gasped, scrambling backward over his velvet sofa.
Marcus walked slowly toward him, his expression completely unreadable and devoid of any human mercy.
"You built your fortune on the suffering of orphaned children, Julian. Your time of reckoning has arrived," Marcus stated softly.
Julian grabbed a heavy crystal decanter from the side table, brandishing it like a weapon with trembling hands.
"Stay back, Thorne! I have political immunity! The federal prosecutors are in my pocket!" Julian screamed in panic.
Before Julian could swing the decanter, one of Marcus's bodyguards moved with lightning speed, disarming him instantly.
Julian crashed onto the Persian rug, gasping for air as heavy steel zip-ties were locked tightly around his wrists.
Marcus stood over him, looking down with the cold detachment of an executioner carrying out a divine sentence.
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"Your political immunity expired the moment you touched children who couldn't defend themselves," Marcus whispered.
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