Chapter 5 - A Midnight Raid**
A sudden loud crash shattered the silence from the west wing of the mansion.
Julian grabbed the heavy iron poker from beside the fireplace and sprinted toward the main staircase.
The front glass doors of the conservatory had been kicked inward, leaving shards of glass scattered across the Persian rug.
Three men dressed in dark tactical gear moved swiftly through the shadows, carrying silence-equipped sidearms.
“Search the maid’s quarters first!” a low voice commanded through a tactical radio. “Find the black briefcase!”
Julian ducked behind the marble pillar near the foyer, his heart hammering against his ribs.
These weren't common burglars; their deliberate formations and professional gear pointed directly to high-level private security.
Above him on the mezzanine, a shadow moved quietly toward the nursery corridor.
It was Clara, holding a small canvas duffel bag in one hand while guiding Leo silently through the dark.
One of the armed men spotted the movement and raised his weapon, aiming directly at the child.
“Drop the boy!” the gunman shouted, his boots crunching on glass as he took two fast steps forward.
Julian didn't hesitate for a single second.
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He swung the heavy iron poker with all his force, striking the guard across the shoulder and sending him crashing into the display cabinet.
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