Chapter 21 - THE MOLE IN THE SYNDICATE
Alexander broke the wax seal, pulling out a single black card bearing a short, chilling message written in Latin.
"The syndicate never forgets a unpaid debt, Alexander," the letter translated smoothly. "Your daughter is living on borrowed time."
Gabriel immediately secured the doors of the study, stepping toward the window to draw the heavy velvet curtains shut.
"Who sent this, Mr. Thorne?" Gabriel demanded, his tone sharp and protective.
"Twenty years ago, before I built Thorne Defense, I made a deal with an international group in Europe," Alexander revealed heavily.
"They financed my initial patents in exchange for fifty percent of my future assets," he explained, looking at Willow with deep concern.
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"I cut ties with them ten years ago, believing they were dissolved by Interpol," Alexander added, his voice shaking faintly.
"They weren't dissolved," Gabriel realized. "They were waiting for you to expand your military contracts."
