Chapter 19 - The Mysterious Signal From The Cayman Trust
Agent Reed stared down at the glowing blue screen of the encrypted phone, his brow furrowing in heavy concern.
"Whose phone is this?" Reed demanded, looking sternly at Richard Vance, who was being led away in chains.
Vance turned his head, his face instantly turning pale with fresh terror as he saw the active screen.
"That... that isn't my phone..." Vance stammered, his voice shaking violently. "That belongs to the master account holder."
"What master account holder?" John asked, stepping closer to the federal agent to look at the blinking display.
The screen displayed a live streaming video feed of a dark, luxurious office space somewhere across the world.
A tall, silhouetted figure sat behind a massive mahogany desk, holding a glass of scotch in a gloved hand.
A metallic, synthesized voice echoed through the speaker of the satellite phone, filling the quiet cavern space.
"Congratulations, John," the synthetic voice stated with an unsettling, calm cadence.
"You managed to defeat your mother and her pathetic, small-town attorney."
Martha froze in her handcuffs, her eyes wide with shock as she heard the mysterious voice over the speaker.
"Who are you?!" Martha screamed at the phone. "I paid you fifty million dollars to process that land transfer!"
The figure on the screen let out a dark, distorted laugh that sent chills down everyone’s spine.
"You paid a Shell company, Mrs. Miller. You never owned the master trust to begin with."
"What do you mean?!" John demanded, stepping up to the camera lens on the phone. "Who are you?!"
"I am the primary shareholder of Apex Global Holdings, John," the voice revealed with icy precision.
"Your grandfather didn't just leave that lithium land to your child... he used it as collateral for a fifty-year international loan."
"A loan that expired at midnight tonight."
The agent tried to trace the signal using his field tablet, but the encryption protocols were cycling through a thousand proxy servers every second.
"As of right now, the entire Miller estate, including your house, belongs to Apex Global," the voice continued.
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"And if you want to keep your child safe, John... you will deliver the original deed to London by Friday."
The satellite call abruptly disconnected, the screen flashing black as the signal went completely dead.
