Chapter 30 - THE ETERNAL WAR
Marcus slowly lowered the photograph onto the desk, his dark eyes narrowing into a lethal, razor-sharp focus.
Clara stepped beside him, reading the chilling message over his shoulder without a single trace of fear on her face.
"It seems our victory in New York was only the opening skirmish of a much larger war," Clara noted calmly.
Marcus stood up from his chair, his tall, imposing frame radiating the absolute, terrifying authority of an apex predator.
He adjusted the ornate burgundy suit jacket over his black shirt, his tattooed hands clenching into firm, unbreakable fists.
"They think they can threaten my people and reach into my estate from across the ocean," Marcus growled darkly.
He walked over to the grand mahogany liquor cabinet, pouring two glasses of amber scotch and handing one to Clara.
"Book our private jet for Geneva, Clara. It's time we take the fight to their front door," Marcus declared.
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They clinked their crystal glasses together with a crisp, echoing ring that reverberated through the grand mansion hall.
The game was eternal, the stakes were global, and Marcus Vance was more than ready to claim the entire world.
