Chapter 17 - The Offshore Ledger
At a private marina in Key Biscayne, a two-hundred-foot luxury megayacht named The Golden Sovereign sat anchored near the channel.
The yacht served as the mobile floating headquarters for the syndicate's remaining offshore leadership.
Julian used a high-speed stealth boat to approach the vessel under cover of dark, humid coastal fog.
Four tactical marshals climbed the rear swim platform, neutralizing the deck guards before alarms could sound.
Julian moved silently through the polished teak hallways of the lower deck, searching for the master stateroom.
He kicked open the master suite door, finding Clara Vance sitting at a desk, typing frantically on an encrypted terminal.
Clara turned around in shock, her pale face illuminated by the glow of the monitor screen as her hands froze over the keyboard.
"Julian...?" Clara whispered, tears immediately overflowing from her dark eyes as she stood up trembling.
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"You're alive..." she sobbed, taking a hesitant step toward the man she thought had been killed in Boston.
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