Chapter 16 - Madame Rose
Ethan kicked open the penthouse doors, stepping into a lavish room decorated with velvet curtains and gold statues.
Sitting behind a massive mahogany desk was Madame Rose, a 60-year-old woman in a diamond necklace, sipping red wine calmly.
"Ethan Vance... I must admit, I am impressed you made it past my Miami team," Madame Rose remarked with a cold, elegant smile.
"Your syndicate is finished, Rose," Ethan declared, pointing his weapon directly at her heart while Marcus secured the room.
"My syndicate generates two hundred million dollars a year, Mr. Vance," Madame Rose chuckled softly, unaffected by the gun pointed at her.
"Do you really think a grieving father from Connecticut can dismantle an empire built over thirty years?" she sneered.
"I don't need to dismantle it myself," Ethan replied calmly, pulling out his phone and activating a satellite uplink signal.
"Agent Jenkins and the United States Coast Guard have already surrounded this ship in international waters," Ethan revealed smoothly.
Outside the panoramic penthouse windows, bright searchlights illuminated the night sky as three military helicopters hovered directly overhead.
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Madame Rose's confident smile vanished instantly, replaced by a expression of absolute, terrifying defeat as federal marshals descended onto the deck.
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