Chapter 21 - A Final Message Waiting At The New Safehouse
Dominic and Evelyn stepped into the private helicopter waiting on the rooftop helipad, the rotor blades whipping the rainy air into a frenzy.
The aircraft lifted off smoothly, banking sharply over the glowing Chicago skyline as it hunted down the fleeing traitor Marcus Vance.
Inside the penthouse safehouse, Grace walked over to the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, listening to the hum of the city below.
Her phone buzzed loudly on the marble coffee table, displaying an incoming text message from an unknown, untraceable number.
She picked up the device, her fingers tapping the screen to open the message without a single trace of hesitation.
There was no photograph attached this time, only a single line of text written in bold crimson characters:
“Your father thinks he won the war, Grace, but the true owner of the syndicate is already sitting in his executive chair…”
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Grace stared blankly at the glowing screen, her ears suddenly catching the faint, ominous click of the penthouse elevator doors opening behind her in the dark.
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