Chapter 16
Marcus leaned back in his leather executive chair, his expression turning to pure, unbothered ice as he stared at the screen.
"If your global council wants to test a Sterling on American soil, tell them I have plenty of room in my federal holding cells," Marcus replied.
The silhouetted figure let out a cold, breathless laugh before the encrypted Swiss line terminated with a sharp click.
Marcus closed the terminal lid, standing up to walk over to the French doors leading out to the moonlit balcony.
The breeze carried the scent of autumn leaves and blooming roses from the estate gardens below.
He looked up at the American flag fluttering proudly on the front flagpole, standing tall against the starry night sky.
No foreign syndicate or hidden council could ever conquer a nation built on freedom, resilience, and unwavering justice.
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He was ready for whatever came next, because he had the ultimate weapon on his side: absolute truth.
He stepped back inside the warm study, sliding his hands into his trouser pockets with supreme, untouchable confidence.
