Chapter 12
"Someone is still inside the estate," Jaxson stated coldly, his muscles tightening as he reached into his coat for his concealed sidearm.
"Senator Sterling must have left a contingency unit behind to destroy the physical ledgers if the main vault was ever compromised," Marcus deduced.
"Stay here, Elizabeth," Jaxson ordered firmly, positioning her safely behind the thick steel door of the underground vault.
"I'm not staying behind anymore, Jaxson," Elizabeth countered with unexpected, fierce resolve in her eyes.
"I survived twenty years of their abuse in this house; I am walking out of here as a Sterling, not a victim."
Jaxson stared at her for a brief second before nodding approvingly, handing her a compact tactical flashlight from his utility belt.
Together, the three of them advanced up the concrete staircase toward the West Wing of the sprawling mansion.
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The air grew heavy with the acrid scent of burning paper and melting plastic as they approached the private study.
The heavy oak doors of the study were blown inward, revealing a masked mercenary frantically feeding documents into an industrial shredder.
