Chapter 16 - Preston’s Arrogant Strategy Collapses Completely
At midnight, the cold Boston wind whipped across the shipping containers stacked high along the dark harbor docks.
A sleek black foreign sedan sat idling beneath a towering gantry crane, its headlights cutting through the foggy mist.
Elias’s vehicle pulled up silently behind it, blocking any potential escape route from the isolated pier.
The passenger door of the sedan opened, and a sharply dressed European executive stepped out into the damp air.
“Mr. Marchetti,” the executive sneered, adjusting his silk scarf. “You’re interfering in matters far above your station.”
“I protect what belongs in Boston,” Elias replied, stepping out of the car with Marlo right beside him.
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“That woman and her little bakery are irrelevant obstacles to our multi-million-dollar development portfolio,” the executive dismissed.
Marlo stepped forward, her voice ringing clear and cold across the empty concrete tarmac.
