Chapter 10 - FLIGHT TO THE TROPICS
The private Gulfstream jet cut through the starry night sky, heading south toward the turquoise waters of the Caribbean.
Inside the luxury cabin, Victoria sat across from Arthur, reviewing digital bank routing numbers on her encrypted tablet.
"The Cayman accounts are tied directly to an offshore trust under Braden's name," Arthur noted, scrolling through financial records.
"He thinks he can buy his way out of federal jurisdiction," Victoria murmured, tapping her acrylic nail against the screen. "We're going to freeze every single penny before his plane even lands in Zurich."
A soft chime echoed through the cabin as the pilot announced their imminent descent into Owen Roberts International Airport.
Victoria looked out the oval window, watching the dark outline of the island emerge beneath the moonlight.
"Remember, Victoria, these offshore bankers don't care about family vendettas," Arthur cautioned. "They only care about legal leverage."
"That's why I brought three federal prosecutors and a court order signed by a federal judge," Victoria smiled coolly.
The jet touched down smoothly on the tarmac, taxiing toward a private hangar surrounded by palm trees.
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As the cabin door opened, the humid tropical air rushed inside, carrying the distant scent of ocean salt.
Standing on the private tarmac waiting for them was a local attorney holding a secure satellite briefcase.
