Chapter 3: The Cleaners Arrive
The security system, which Julian had personally designed to be impenetrable, suddenly glitched. Every monitor in the room turned black.
"They're here, aren't they?" Julian hissed, a glimmer of desperate hope returning to his eyes. "My men. They'll kill you for this."
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Elena smiled—a sharp, mirthless expression. "That’s why I invited them, Julian."
The penthouse door exploded inward, not with the sound of his security team, but with the synchronized movement of an extraction squad. They weren't there to kill Elena; they were there to secure the asset. Within seconds, the room was a blur of tactical gear and silenced weapons. Julian watched in horror as his private security team was dismantled, not by soldiers, but by his own bride's precise, lethal coordination.
