Chapter 10
The press conference had the intended effect,
stirring the waters.
Marcus called early the next day,
his voice sharp.
"Julian moved,"
Marcus reported.
"He left his apartment after the broadcast."
"Where did he go?"
Harrison asked,
standing up from his desk.
"He went to a private club downtown,"
Marcus replied.
"A place where elite criminals meet."
Harrison knew the place,
a exclusive lounge hidden behind a legal facade.
He decided to confront Julian directly,
breaking his own rule of caution.
He needed to see the enemy's face,
to measure his resolve.
He drove downtown,
the city traffic moving too slowly for his impatience.
He parked outside the club,
a sleek building with tinted windows.
The doorman recognized Harrison,
hesitating before letting him pass.
Harrison walked into the dim lounge,
the air smelling of expensive cigars and whiskey.
He scanned the room,
his eyes locking onto a figure in the corner.
Julian Vance sat alone,
swirling a drink in a crystal glass.
Harrison walked over,
stopping right in front of the table.
Julian looked up,
a slow,
mocking smile spreading across his face.
"Harrison,"
Julian said,
not looking surprised.
"To what do I owe the honor?"
"The game is over,
Julian,"
Harrison said,
his voice cold as ice.
"I know who you are,
and I know what you want."
Julian laughed,
a dry,
unpleasant sound.
"You think you know everything,
lawyer."
"You destroyed my father,
you destroyed my family name."
"You think a year of peace changes what you did?"
"The courthouse was just the beginning,"
Julian whispered,
leaning forward.
Harrison remained steady,
showing no fear.
"If you touch my sister or her child,"
Harrison warned,
"there is no court that can save you from me."
Julian's smile faded,
replaced by a look of pure malice.
"We will see who survives the final verdict,
Harrison."
Harrison turned and walked away,
knowing he had drawn the line.
The confrontation confirmed his fears;
Julian was unstable and deeply dangerous.
He called Marcus as soon as he reached his car.
"Double the security at the house,"
Harrison ordered.
"He's going to make a move soon."
He drove back to the estate,
his heart hammering against his ribs.
When he arrived,
the house was quiet,
too quiet.
He rushed through the front door,
calling out Khloe's name.
He found her upstairs,
rocking the baby to sleep in the nursery.
The sight calmed his racing pulse,
but the fear lingered.
He realized he couldn't keep them here forever,
not while Julian was free.
He needed a permanent solution,
a legal trap that would lock Julian away forever.
He sat in his study,
surrounded by laws and evidence,
searching for the key.
He needed to find Julian's financial backing,
the source of his power.
Without money,
Julian was just a man with a grudge.
With money,
he was a monster.
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Harrison began to dig into the shell companies again,
determined to cut the supply lines.
