Chapter 17 - THE SHADOW'S REVENGE
Arthur Montgomery did not panic; he merely chuckled, leaning back in his leather chair while tapping his gold cane against the marble floor.
"You are as naive as your father, Claire," Arthur said softly, his voice dripping with terrifying calm. "You think destroying a few bank accounts stops a network that controls half the shipping routes in North America?"
Before Claire could reply, the flat-screen monitors mounted on the boardroom wall flickered to life, displaying a live surveillance feed of her Hamptons estate in New York.
The live camera showed a dark, unmarked helicopter hovering low over the manicured lawn near the sunroom where little Leo was playing with his nanny. Armed figures dressed in black tactical gear were rappelling down onto the patio.
Claire’s heart slammed against her ribs as cold terror flooded her veins. She grabbed the edge of the glass table, her knuckles turning bone-white.
"If anything happens to my son, I will tear you apart with my bare hands!" Claire roared, her composure finally breaking into maternal fury.
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Arthur stood up slowly, looking at her through cold, merciless eyes as the sound of approaching police sirens began echoing up from the Zurich streets below.
"Your son is safe for now, my dear," Arthur whispered smoothly. "Because he is not just your heir—he is the child of the bloodline we spent forty years creating."
