Chapter 13
Arthur rang the small gold bell, and two heavy doors at the back of the office swung open immediately.
Three massive, armed bodyguards stepped into the room, their submachine guns raised and aimed at Julian and Marcus.
"You really thought you could walk into my bank in Zurich and lecture me?" Arthur scoffed, laughing softly.
"This entire city is in my pocket, Julian. The police, the bankers, the judges—I own them all."
Marcus slowly raised his hands, keeping his eyes glued to the lead guard's trigger finger.
"Arthur, don't do this," Marcus warned firmly. "The federal authorities already know you're alive."
"The federal authorities have no jurisdiction on Swiss soil," Arthur reminded them with arrogant confidence.
He stood up from his desk, buttoning his suit jacket with meticulous care.
"Take them down to the basement vault," Arthur ordered his bodyguards coldly.
"Once the transfer of the Boston trust is finalized at noon, dispose of them in the lake."
The lead guard stepped forward, pressing the cold barrel of his weapon against the back of Julian's neck.
"Move," the guard grunted in a heavy Eastern European accent.
Julian did not panic; instead, he slowly turned his head to look his father directly in the eye.
"You forgot one critical detail, Father," Julian said quietly, a dangerous smile touching his lips.
"What's that?" Arthur asked, pausing near the doorway.
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"I didn't come to Zurich to negotiate with you," Julian revealed softly.
"I came here to deliver you to someone else."
