Chapter 8 - As hostile corporate spies circle a luxurious estate during a stormy midnight briefing a courageous child protects the vulnerable leader from imminent lethal assassination attempts.
The grand investor summit dissolved into absolute chaos as the reality of Julian's awakening began to sink into the marrow of the traitors.
"Marcus, Genevieve, security will escort you to the basement holding vault until federal marshals arrive with the racketeering warrants," Julian ordered.
Marcus lunged forward with desperate fury, pulling a concealed micro-pistol from his tailored ash grey jacket and aiming it at Julian's chest.
"If I'm going down for corporate treason, you're coming with me, cousin!" Marcus roared, his finger tightening on the polished steel trigger.
Before the hammer could drop, Lily stood up swiftly, tossing the silver water basin directly into Marcus's face with astonishing speed.
Water splashed across Marcus's eyes, blinding him momentarily and throwing his aim wide as a deafening gunshot echoed through the grand hall.
The bullet shattered a crystal chandelier pendant overhead, raining glittering glass shards across the polished marble floor around the wheelchair.
Julian reacted with the lightning-fast reflexes of his former military intelligence days, drawing his own sidearm from a hidden holster.
With a single, perfectly aimed shot, Julian struck Marcus's weapon hand, sending the pistol clattering across the floor into the shadows.
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Private security guards rushed in from the double doors, tackling Marcus and pinning him face down against the expensive Persian rug.
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