Chapter 15 - The Terrifying Truth Behind Preston Caldwell’s Hidden Identity Emerges
Preston Caldwell sat strapped into a steel chair inside the interrogation room of the Vanguard underground intelligence facility.
The overhead fluorescent light hummed angrily, casting long, stark shadows across his bruised and thoroughly terrified face.
The heavy steel door swung open smoothly, and David Miller walked into the room, tossing a thick manila folder onto the metal table.
David sat down opposite Preston, staring at him with a gaze so cold and piercing that it felt like looking into the eyes of a executioner.
“You thought you were being clever, Preston. You thought you could use your uncle Viktor’s old syndicate contacts to hurt my daughter,” David said.
“I don't know what you’re talking about... my family is legitimate Wall Street royalty!” Preston stammered, his bravado entirely gone.
David opened the manila folder, sliding a faded photograph across the table showing Viktor Caldwell meeting with eastern mercenaries years ago.
“Your uncle made a critical mistake nineteen years ago when he tried to cross Task Force Vanguard,” David whispered dangerously.
“And you made an even bigger mistake when you decided to use my daughter to settle a family vendetta from the grave,” David added.
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“Please... just let me go. My father will pay you anything you want!” Preston wept, breaking down completely under the psychological pressure.
“Your father’s bank accounts are empty, Preston. And your debt has just come due,” David replied, standing up and walking toward the door.
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