Chapter 65 - The Kidnapping
The storm over Zurich was relentless as our private helicopter hovered above the mist-covered Swiss Alps.
Inside The Glass Citadel, high above the rocky crags, Lord James Vance stood at the head of a massive mahogany table. Surrounding him were eight masked members of The Shadow Council, watching live market indexes crumble as they prepared to execute the final takeover of Sterling-Vance.
Bound to a chair in the corner of the room was Marcus, bloody but unbowed. Beside him stood a tiny eight-year-old girl—his daughter, Lily.
"You played a noble game, Marcus," Lord James chuckled, pouring red wine into a crystal glass. "Planting a beacon on the drive? Did you really think I wouldn't scan it?"
Marcus spat blood onto the polished floor. "Ethan and Victoria are coming for you, James. You can't stop them."
"They are too late," James smiled coldly, gesturing to a large monitor on the wall.
The monitor displayed a live video feed of a armored transport vehicle driving through the streets of Chicago. Inside the vehicle sat Noah and Sophie, guarded by our private security team.
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"My operatives in Chicago have already intercepted your children's convoy," James sneered. "In ten minutes, Noah will be on a private jet to Zurich. The Vanguard wins, Marcus. It was always written in our blood."
Before James could finish his sentence, the massive glass ceiling of the Citadel shattered into a million sparkling shards!
