CHAPTER 12
The next morning,
the estate was a hive of activity,
with forensic teams and trusted cleanup crews removing the debris from the grand foyer.
Marcus stood in the center of the ruins,
his arms crossed,
staring up at the shattered glass dome while talking to his lead investigator on the phone.
"Find out who leased that helicopter,
follow the registration numbers,
and don't stop until you find a link to Julian Sterling,"
he ordered,
then ended the call.
Khloe emerged from the panic room,
carrying their son,
her eyes sweeping over the damage with a mixture of sadness and anger.
"We cannot stay here,
Marcus,
it is no longer safe for him,"
she said softly,
looking down at the innocent face of their baby boy.
Marcus walked over,
gently touching the baby's cheek,
feeling a profound sense of responsibility for their safety.
"You are right,
I am moving you both to the safehouse in the Swiss Alps,
nobody knows about it,
not even my father's old associates,"
he replied.
He knew that as long as he remained in the city to fight Julian,
his family would always be the ultimate target.
Khloe didn't argue,
understanding the harsh reality of their situation,
and began packing a few essential items for the long journey.
A private jet was readied at a secluded airfield,
bypassing all public commercial terminals to ensure absolute anonymity.
A few hours later,
Marcus watched from the tarmac as the plane carrying his wife and son took off into the gray clouds,
leaving him completely alone.
With his family safe,
the restraint he had maintained vanished,
replaced by a cold,
calculating desire to destroy his enemies completely.
He climbed into his car,
turning the wheel toward the city center,
intending to pay a personal visit to Julian Sterling's corporate headquarters.
It was time to stop playing defense,
to step out of the shadows,
and to take the fight directly to the man who dared to threaten his home.
He parked in front of the towering glass skyscraper,
buttoning his suit jacket,
looking every bit the ruthless billionaire the world knew him to be.
He walked through the lobby,
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ignoring the receptionist's protests,
and stepped directly into the private elevator that led to the penthouse suite.
