Chapter 11 - An Anonymous Threat Calls Directly In To The Study
The antique rotary telephone on Ethan’s mahogany study desk suddenly rang with a harsh, piercing electronic shriek.
Ethan stared at the phone for a second before picking up the heavy brass receiver and pressing it to his ear.
“If you know what’s good for your health, Ethan, you’ll drop the investigation and stay in that wheelchair forever,” a distorted voice hissed.
“Marcus, your voice modulation software is pathetic; I’d recognize that cowardly stutter anywhere,” Ethan mocked calmly.
“You think a little girl and a few old medical files can tear down a forty-billion-dollar empire? You’re delusional, Ethan!” Marcus shouted.
“Enjoy your freedom while it lasts, cousin; federal marshals are already reviewing your extradition warrants to the Cayman Islands,” Ethan warned.
The line went dead with a sharp click, leaving only the dial tone echoing through the opulent Beverly Hills study.
Maya walked into the study quietly, holding her straw doll and looking up at Ethan with a reassuring, brave little smile.
“Bad men are coming, aren't they, Grandpa?” Maya asked innocently, showing no signs of childish fear.
“They can try, Maya, but this house belongs to us now, and nobody is going to hurt you on my watch,” Ethan promised firmly.
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He reached into his desk drawer, pulling out a polished silver signet ring that had belonged to his father before the tragic fire.
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