Chapter 4
"You think a few frozen bank accounts can stop the Vance family syndicate from destroying you and your entire network?" Julian sneered desperately. Liam pulled a sleek silver smartphone from his breast pocket, unlocking the secure screen with a single, unhurried press of his thumb. "I don't need frozen bank accounts when I have every recorded confession, wire transfer, and illegal offshore shell company you own," Liam replied smoothly. He pressed play on the device, filling the grand foyer with Julian's own voice plotting corporate espionage and tax evasion.
The sidekick man turned a ghost-white shade of pale, grabbing onto the mahogany banister for dear life as the audio recording exposed their crimes. "Where did you get that? That server was secured behind three layers of military-grade encryption!" the sidekick screamed in utter disbelief. Liam slipped the phone back into his pocket, his expression remaining as unreadable and hard as carved granite. "Nothing stays hidden forever when you make the fatal mistake of crossing the wrong family in New York," Liam whispered menacingly.
