Chapter 17 - The Ultimatum**
Pamela held a silver pistol in her right hand, her eyes wildly unstable as she pointed the weapon directly at Julian’s chest.
“Give me the satellite phone, Clara!” Pamela demanded, her voice shaking with manic energy. “Or I swear to God I’ll end this right now!”
Clara stepped forward slowly, keeping her hands raised high in the air.
“The files have already been uploaded to the Department of Justice, Pamela,” Clara stated calmly. “Killing us won't stop the warrants.”
“The warrants don't matter once we step onto the yacht in twenty minutes!” Pamela shouted back.
Howard raised his hand, signaling for his guards to hold their positions.
“Julian,” Howard said, his voice dropping into a dark, seductive cadence. “Sign the release papers for the offshore trust, and you walk out of here with your son.”
“And if I refuse?” Julian asked, his voice steady as iron.
Howard smiled coldly, pointing toward the window overlooking the stormy ocean below.
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“If you refuse,” Howard whispered, “you and your maid go over the cliff, and Leo comes with us to South America.”
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