CHAPTER 6
The doors of the private elevator opened silently on the thirty-second floor, revealing the lavish carpeted hallway of the Grand Regency Penthouse Suite.
Two private security guards wearing matching black suits stood outside the double mahogany doors, their hands instantly reaching for their holsters at the sight of six armed operatives.
Before either guard could draw a weapon, Marcus and another operative moved with terrifying speed, disarming both men and pressing them quietly against the wall in less than three seconds.
Alexander walked past them without a word, stepping up to the heavy suite door and executing a single, powerful kick directly beside the electronic lock.
The solid oak door burst inward with a deafening crash, splintering against the frame as Alexander stepped into the grand marble foyer.
Inside the suite, empty champagne bottles, discarded silk napkins, and wedding decorations were scattered across the floor.
Javier Robles was sitting on the velvet sofa wearing an unbuttoned dress shirt, holding a glass of scotch while his mother, Carmen, reviewed legal documents at the dining table.
Beside Carmen sat the five female family members who had participated in the assault, all chatting casually as if they were enjoying a late-night tea party.
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"What is the meaning of this?!" Javier shouted, jumping up from the sofa as his glass shattered on the marble floor. "Who the hell are you people? Call security!"
Alexander walked straight toward the center of the room, taking off his leather gloves slowly, his eyes locking onto Carmen Robles with absolute, lethal stillness.
