Chapter 9
Three days later, Liam sat behind a massive mahogany desk on the top floor of the newly acquired Sterling-Thorne corporate tower downtown. The panoramic windows offered a breathtaking view of the glowing New York City skyline stretching out beneath a blanket of stars. His private phone buzzed insistently against the polished wood surface, displaying an encrypted notification from the federal prosecutor's office. Liam swiped the screen open, reading the latest indictment updates regarding Julian and his imprisoned associates.
The legal net was tightening further, uncovering deeper webs of international money laundering linked to European syndicates operating in secret. Liam knew that taking down the local heirs was only the beginning of a much larger, highly dangerous corporate war. He stood up and walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window, staring out at the distant harbor where cargo ships moved silently. The framed American flag hanging in his private office caught the amber light, reminding him of the core principles he had sworn to protect.
