Chapter 16 - The True Mastermind Watches From The Private Balcony
High above the rainy Manhattan streets, on the private open-air balcony of a penthouse suite, an aging figure watched through binoculars.
Jonathan Vance—Julian’s estranged father and the patriarch of the family—lowered the optical lenses with a slow, icy smile.
“So my foolish son dismantled the front-line proxies faster than anticipated,” Jonathan muttered to his shadow in the dark.
His personal assistant stepped out onto the wet balcony holding a secure satellite phone connected to an overseas number.
“Sir, Victoria escaped police custody ten minutes ago and is demanding emergency extraction to Zurich,” the assistant reported.
“Let her run; she’s a spent force who failed to eliminate the boy and his father,” Jonathan dismissed her coldly.
“What about Marcus and the seized offshore ledgers in the downtown tower?” the assistant asked cautiously.
“Marcus was always a weak link; let the federal prosecutors throw him away for the next thirty years,” Jonathan replied smoothly.
He turned his gaze back toward the glittering lights of the financial district where his son was currently celebrating victory.
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“Julian thinks he has won the war, but he has no idea who truly holds the master deed to the Vance empire,” Jonathan laughed.
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