Emily frowned, her brows knitting together.“And the Montgomery family? How deep were they involved?”“Reginald was their puppet,” Nathaniel replied.“He kept the family in line, ensuring no one strayed too far. Your father was the outlier. He saw what was happening and tried to fight back.”Max’s mind raced, piecing everything together.All this time, I thought the fight was against Reginald and Elliot. But they were nothing compared to this. The real enemy was pulling the strings the whole time.Max stood, his expression resolute.“If they think they can use the Montgomery family as a pawn, they’re wrong.My father fought them, and I’ll finish what he started.”Nathaniel stepped closer.“Be careful, Max. The council isn’t like Reginald or Elliot. They don’t leave loose ends. If you go after them, they’ll come after you with everything they have.”Red Fang smirked, cracking his knuckles.“Let them come. I’ve been itching for a fight.”Emily glanced at Max, her voice firm.“You’re no

The team sprinted down the marble corridors of the Montgomery estate, the sound of their hurried footsteps echoing off the walls.The air was charged with urgency, every second counting as chaos unfolded within the Montgomery financial network.Max led the way, his face a mask of cold determination, Emily and Nathaniel close behind, while Molly clutched her tablet, her fingers already tapping furiously.They burst into the secure control room, where the estate’s cybersecurity team was in full-blown panic.Screens lined the walls, flashing with warning messages, graphs of plummeting numbers, and red alerts indicating unauthorized transactions.“Status report!” Max barked, his voice cutting through the frantic chatter.One of the lead technicians swiveled in his chair, sweat dripping down his temple.“Sir, someone’s hacked into the family’s financial network. They’re funneling millions into offshore accounts—fast.”Emily scanned the screens, her brow furrowing.“This isn’t some basement

Finding Elliot wasn’t difficult. After losing everything, he had disappeared into exile, but Max still had ways of tracking him.A former business tycoon stripped of his power didn’t just vanish—he hid in the places where power still whispered his name.Max found him in a secluded villa nestled in the Swiss Alps, a far cry from the empire he once ruled.The setting was pristine, the mountains stretching endlessly in the background, the air crisp and untouched.Elliot sat on a terrace, a glass of whiskey in hand, staring at the endless white landscape like a man who had seen the end of his world.He barely acknowledged Max’s presence when he approached.“You just don’t know when to quit, do you?” Elliot muttered, swirling the amber liquid in his glass.Max pulled up a chair across from him, settling in as if they were just two old friends catching up. “You know why I’m here.”Elliot let out a dry chuckle, not bothering to look at him. “I don’t care, Max. I’ve lost too much. The Montgome

Red Fang stretched his legs, cracking his knuckles.“I just want something I can stab.”Molly’s voice crackled through the earpiece.“Or maybe, just maybe, it’s a trap and you guys are walking straight into it like a bunch of idiots.”Max chuckled.“Come on, Molly, give me some credit. If it’s a trap, I’ll at least make it look stylish.”Zurich’s underground depository was the kind of place where billionaires hid their dirty secrets.It smelled of old money and quiet corruption, with security tighter than a dictator’s palace.A stone-faced banker led them through a maze of polished steel corridors, stopping in front of a massive, reinforced door.The air was thick with the weight of something far more dangerous than gold or jewels—history itself.“This is the vault registered to Nathaniel Stoke,” the banker announced, scanning the key Max handed over.“Once opened, the contents will be transferred to your possession.”Emily glanced at Max. “Last chance to back out.”Max grinned. “And m

The cold metal of the handcuffs bit into Max’s wrists as he was shoved forward.The Interpol officers moved like machines—efficient, emotionless, trained for situations like this.Emily walked beside him, her face unreadable but her fingers twitching slightly.Red Fang, ever the warrior, kept his posture firm, his muscles tensed like a coiled spring, ready to strike the moment an opportunity presented itself.The facility reeked of sterilized floors and bureaucratic control.Harsh fluorescent lights flickered above, casting stark shadows on the gray walls.As they passed through the corridors, the realization settled in—this wasn’t just a routine arrest.This was a message.Max flexed his fingers subtly, testing the cuffs. Tight. Standard issue.No easy way out. His mind worked fast. Someone in the council did this. Someone powerful enough to use Interpol like a pawn.One of the guards sneered as he pushed Max forward.“You should’ve known better, Montgomery. Some doors aren’t meant t