Chapter 5 - Brenna Demands Absolute Silence And Compliance
“Who authorized you to enter this private residence?” Brenna shouted, trying to muster her best high-society authority.
Three tactical operatives stepped into the living room, their faces hidden behind matte-black helmets and night-vision visors.
They didn't utter a single word, moving with terrifying efficiency to pin Diego against the stone fireplace.
“Get your hands off me! I am the legal master of this estate!” Diego bellowed, thrashing against the heavy grip.
“You are a prisoner on property you never owned,” a cold, gravelly voice echoed from the dark foyer.
Step by heavy step, Alvin Sterling walked into the brightly lit living room, his long overcoat damp with melted snow.
His silver hair was slicked back, and his eyes burned with an incandescent rage that made the room temperature plunge.
Diego’s color drained instantly, his knees shaking as he stared at the billionaire patriarch standing before him.
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“Al-Alvin... what are you doing here in the middle of a blizzard?” Diego stammered, his bravado instantly evaporating.
Alvin didn't answer immediately; he simply raised his smartphone, pressing play on a recorded video loop.
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