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🚨 HE THOUGHT IT WAS JUST A RUSTED ENGINE BLOCK. BUT WHAT WAS HIDDEN INSIDE DESTROYED HIS LIFE IN 24 HOURS! 🚨 / Chapter 5 / 6

Chapter 5 - TRAPPED IN THE LIGHT

"We have to go. Now!" Marcus yelled, slamming his laptop shut and shoving it into a backpack.

The apartment door exploded inward with a deafening blast. Flashbang grenades blinded Daniel for a split second, filling his vision with white hot light and a high-pitched ringing. Bullets tore through the drywall, shattering Marcus’s glass dining table into a million pieces.

Daniel crawled on his stomach across the hardwood floor, his mechanic’s instincts kicking in. He grabbed a heavy metal barstool and hurled it toward the doorway, knocking the first tactical shooter off balance. Marcus pulled a compact pistol from his waistband and fired three rapid shots, neutralizing the threat.

"The fire escape!" Marcus shouted, bleeding from a small cut on his forehead caused by flying glass.

They scrambled out the kitchen window, lowering themselves onto the rusty iron fire escape stairs as bullets chipped away at the brickwork around them. They sprinted down fourteen flights of stairs, the cold wind whipping against their faces, until they reached the underground parking garage.

Marcus unlocked a sleek, black modified sports car—a vehicle Daniel recognized immediately as one of his father’s custom builds. The engine roared to life with a ferocious, deep growl.

As they smashed through the parking garage’s security gate, Daniel looked at his brother, who was expertly navigating the chaotic city traffic. "Where are we going? We can't outrun them forever."

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The ink on the emergency audit report was barely dry when the secure terminal on my desk flashed a violent crimson. I hadn't slept in thirty-six hours, my eyes burning from staring at columns of ghost figures, duplicate invoices, and shell corporations linked to Dominic Rossi. But the red alert wasn’t from Rossi’s faction. It was an internal security flag originating from the estate’s main vault deep beneath the west wing.

The ink on the emergency audit report was barely dry when the secure ter...

The glass shattered into a thousand tiny diamonds on the marble, scattering the light from the chandeliers. The muffled laughter died instantly, replaced by a suffocating, heavy silence that crept outward from the grand staircase.

The glass shattered into a thousand tiny diamonds on the marble, scatter...

The heavy oak doors of my private study clicked shut behind us, locking out the clinical, terrifying silence of the kitchen. Evelyn Crane stood stiffly in front of my mahogany desk, her hands folded over her apron with the rigid precision of someone who had spent decades micromanaging every square inch of my estate. Behind her, Norah hovered near the doorway, clutching her clipboard like a shield.

The heavy oak doors of my private study clicked shut behind us, locking...

"There's a safehouse near the docks," Marcus said, his eyes fixed on the road. "Dad built a secure bunker beneath the old shipping warehouse. We upload the encryption keys from the plate, transfer the four hundred million, and we buy our way out of the country. By tomorrow morning, Daniel, we will be ghosts."

Daniel looked down at the gold plate in his lap. Something didn't feel right. He flipped the plate over, examining the intricate, micro-engraved strip his brother had mentioned. He noticed a tiny, scratched inscription near the edge, written in his father's distinctive handwriting. It wasn't code. It was a warning.

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