Chapter 17 - Julian Faces The Real Architect Of The Conspiracy
Down in the skyscraper office, Julian pocketed the microcassette tape and prepared to take his son home for the night.
Suddenly, the secure intercom on Marcus’s desk chimed loudly, broadcasting an incoming video call from an unregistered IP address.
“Answer it,” Julian instructed the federal agent standing nearby, curious who would dare call at this hour.
The computer monitor flickered to life, displaying the aged, severe face of Jonathan Vance sitting in his penthouse study.
“Well done, Julian... you managed to clean out the incompetent trash I placed around you,” Jonathan’s voice echoed through the room.
Julian froze, staring at the screen in absolute disbelief as old childhood trauma and fury resurfaced instantly.
“Father...? You orchestrated Clara’s murder? You were behind the poisoning all along?” Julian choked out, his fists balling up.
“Clara was digging into family trust funds she had no business auditing; she had to be managed accordingly,” Jonathan stated unblinkingly.
Leo pressed close to his father’s leg, looking up at the monitor with wide, fearful eyes at the face of his great-grandfather.
“You’re a monster! You killed my mommy!” Leo shouted bravely at the glowing screen.
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Jonathan chuckled coldly from his penthouse, showing zero remorse for the innocent lives he had destroyed over decades.
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