Chapter 15
Vance kicked the attic door open with a deafening crash that echoed through the entire mansion frame.
The tactical guards flooded into the dusty attic, weapons raised, securing the corners of the room in seconds.
Standing near the old brick chimney was Julian Sterling, holding a heavy iron crowbar in his gloved hands.
He was dressed in a tailored navy suit covered in white plaster dust, his face twisted in pure, maniacal fury.
Three armed thugs stood beside him, but dropped their weapons instantly as William’s team surrounded them.
Julian dropped his crowbar onto the floorboards with a loud, metallic clatter, staring at his older brother.
“William?” Julian gasped, his pale face turning a sickly shade of gray. “How are you even alive?”
“I survived your assassin in London, Julian,” William said, stepping into the center of the dusty room.
“And I found the young girl you locked in this attic four days ago.”
Julian’s eyes darted across the room until they landed directly on me standing behind William’s shoulder.
“You stupid little brat!” Julian screamed, taking an aggressive step toward me before Vance raised his weapon.
“You were supposed to be on a plane to Rome!”
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“She’s smarter than you, Julian,” William mocked, his voice filled with absolute, overwhelming contempt.
“And she knows where the real deeds are hidden.”
