Chapter 8 - A Cold Standoff Between Two Estranged Brothers
Julian slowly set down a stack of hundred-dollar bills, leaning back in his chair with a relaxed, arrogant expression on his scarred face.
"Shoot me, and you'll never find the offshore accounts that keep the family corporation solvent, little brother," Julian sneered smoothly.
"I don't care about the money, Julian! You tried to kill Dad!" Ethan shouted, stepping three feet closer through the dim yellow light.
"Arthur was a tyrant who kept us on leashes while he built a multi-billion-dollar dynasty on blood and lies!" Julian barked back fiercely.
"He built everything to give us a future!" Ethan countered, his finger tightening slightly against the iron trigger of his weapon.
Julian chuckled darkly, standing up from his chair while the two bodyguards immediately raised their submachine guns toward Ethan.
"Is that what he told you?" Julian asked softly. "Did he mention that our mother didn't die of illness thirty years ago?"
Ethan froze, the sudden mention of their mother causing his posture to stiffen as a chill ran down his spine.
"What are you talking about?" Ethan demanded, his eyes narrowing as he tried to discern if Julian was spinning another lie.
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"Dad ordered the hit on her car in 1996 because she was going to the federal prosecutors with his tax records," Julian revealed coldly.
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