Chapter 14
Jonathan panicked, reaching frantically toward his desk drawer where a concealed firearm rested beneath some papers.
Before his fingers could touch the grip, Ethan moved with blinding speed, grabbing Jonathan's wrist and slamming it down onto the glass table.
The glass cracked in a spiderweb pattern under the force, and Jonathan let out a sharp cry of pain.
Miller stepped in, tossing a heavy steel flash drive onto the center of the conference table.
"That drive contains every illegal offshore wire transfer, cartel laundering receipt, and patent theft log linked to Vanguard Global," Miller announced to the room.
"Copies have already been automatically transmitted to the United States Department of Justice and the Securities and Exchange Commission."
Jonathan slumped forward against the table, his arrogant corporate empire crumbling into dust in less than sixty seconds.
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"You can't do this... I am a titan of industry..." Jonathan wheezed pathetically, clutching his bruised wrist.
"You aren't a titan, Jonathan. You're just a common criminal who picked the wrong family to cross," Ethan whispered coldly.
