Chapter 11
Two hours later, Ethan's private jet touched down smoothly at O'Hare International Airport in Chicago amidst a grey, rainy afternoon.
A sleek black limousine was waiting on the tarmac, chartered by his regional intelligence operatives in the Midwest.
Inside the limousine, his lead security consultant, Miller, handed him an encrypted dossier stamped with red classified seals.
"Vanguard Global's headquarters occupies the top three floors of the Tribune Tower downtown, Mr. Vance," Miller reported.
"Their CEO, a man named Jonathan Cross, is currently hosting an emergency board meeting regarding our tech patents."
Ethan flipped through the dossier, scanning financial transfers and surveillance photos of Jonathan Cross.
"Jonathan Cross is the brother of Arthur Cross—the husband Victoria supposedly drowned five years ago," Ethan realized, a dark smile touching his lips.
"It was never just a marriage of convenience; it was a coordinated family syndicate."
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"Shall we brief the federal marshals in Chicago before we enter the building?" Miller asked.
"No," Ethan replied coldly, snapping the dossier shut. "This is a private corporate matter. Let's go introduce ourselves."
