Chapter 17 - A Safe Haven For Little Poppy
“My bakery has stood on that corner for thirty years, and my daughter’s life isn't a real estate bargaining chip,” Marlo declared fiercely.
The executive laughed coldly, snapping his fingers to summon two armed guards from the shadows of the containers.
Before the guards could take two steps, red laser sights flickered across their chests from the surrounding rooftops.
Dozens of Marchetti security operatives stepped out from behind the freight stacks, outnumbering them five to one.
The executive’s confident smirk vanished instantly as he realized his private trap had become his own cage.
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“You can’t seize international corporate assets without triggering a global financial war,” the executive hissed.
“Try me,” Elias said simply, signaling his men to secure the perimeter and confiscate all encrypted communication devices.
