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The Useless Son-In-law is a God of War Chapter 118
"What do you mean, stolen?" Zen's voice remained level, but Sinclair recognized the dangerous stillness that had settled over him.Keisha glanced around to ensure they weren't overheard. "Security alerted me ten minutes ago. Your penthouse was breached while you were here. The painting was the only thing taken."Zen's jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. "Show me."They moved swiftly through the hotel's service exit, avoiding the paparazzi gathered at the main entrance. Keisha's sedan was waiting, engine running. Within moments, they were speeding toward Zen's building, the city lights blurring past."Security footage?" Zen asked."Wiped," Keisha replied, her hands gripping the steering wheel. "Whoever did this knew exactly what they were doing."Sinclair let out a low whistle from the backseat. "Professional job.""The alarm system?" Zen pressed."Bypassed," Keisha said. "They used some kind of electromagnetic pulse device to temporarily disable the electronic security, then manually
The Useless Son-In-law is a God of War Chapter 119
The Carmichael Hotel stood like a gleaming sentinel in the heart of the financial district, its art deco façade illuminated by carefully positioned lights that accentuated its architectural details. At this late hour, the lobby was quiet, staffed only by the night manager and a discreet security guard who nodded respectfully as Zen entered.He had changed from his tuxedo into a more casual dark suit—still impeccably tailored but designed for movement rather than show. The Presidential Suite was on the top floor, accessible only by a private elevator that required a keycard.Zen had no such card, but that was a minor inconvenience."Mr. Diel," the night manager greeted him, hurrying from behind the reception desk. "This is unexpected. How may we assist you?""I need to see Ms. Caldwell," Zen replied, his tone making it clear this wasn't a request.The manager hesitated. "I'm afraid Ms. Caldwell left strict instructions not to be disturbed.""I understand," Zen said, reaching into his p
The Useless Son-In-law is a God of War Chapter 120
Dawn broke over the city skyline as Zen stood in his office, reviewing the final security measures for his departure. The wall of monitors before him displayed various data streams—flight plans, weather reports, threat assessments, and surveillance footage from key locations.Keisha entered, carrying a sleek leather portfolio. Dark circles under her eyes suggested she had worked through the night."The dossier you requested," she said, placing it on his desk. "Everything we have on Catherine Caldwell, cross-referenced with what we know about Marcus."Zen opened the portfolio, scanning the contents. "You found a connection?""Several," Keisha confirmed, pulling up additional information on the nearest monitor. "Catherine first appeared in the art world seven years ago, seemingly from nowhere. But before that, we found traces of her under a different name—Catherine Mercer—operating in Eastern Europe.""Doing what?""Officially? Art restoration and authentication." Keisha pulled up a gra
The Useless Son-In-law is a God of War Chapter 121
Paris greeted them with pale autumn sunshine and crisp air that carried the faintest hint of impending winter. The jet touched down at Le Bourget Airport, where a sleek black Mercedes waited on the tarmac. No customs, no immigration—the privileges of extreme wealth creating a frictionless entry that most travelers could only dream of.Zen stepped from the aircraft, scanning the surroundings with ease. Two security personnel stood beside the vehicle, their posture and alertness marking them as former military despite their civilian attire. His own men, arranged by Sinclair ahead of their arrival.Catherine descended the stairs behind him, slipping on oversized sunglasses despite the gentle sunlight. "Always so cautious," she observed, noting the security detail."Caution keeps people alive," Zen replied simply."In our world? Barely." She moved toward the car, pausing as her phone chimed with an incoming message. Her expression shifted almost imperceptibly as she read it. "Change of p
The Useless Son-In-law is a God of War Chapter 122
Zen's gaze shifted to Catherine, who met his eyes without flinching. "You suspect me," she stated calmly. "That's reasonable. I would suspect me too.""But it wasn't Catherine," Laurent interjected. "She was one of the few Tom trusted implicitly.""Why?" Zen challenged. "What made her trustworthy when clearly someone in his inner circle wasn't?"Laurent exchanged a glance with Catherine, who gave him a slight nod. The old banker reached for a folder on the table beside him, handing it to Zen."Because of this," he said simply.Zen opened the folder to find documents detailing financial transfers—not involving the Rossi family or Marcus, but Catherine herself. Specifically, substantial sums moving from her accounts to various charitable foundations focused on supporting victims of trafficking and addiction."Catherine was funding rehabilitation programs for victims of Slow Poison addiction," Laurent explained. "Anonymously. She has been doing so for years, long before Tom began his inv
The Useless Son-In-law is a God of War Chapter 123
Banque Privée Lafayette occupied a stately nineteenth-century building near the Arc de Triomphe, its discreet brass plaque the only indication of the immense wealth secured within its walls. Unlike modern banks with their glass facades and open floor plans, Lafayette maintained an atmosphere of old-world privacy—heavy doors, hushed voices, and clients who expected absolute discretion.The car stopped half a block away, allowing Zen to survey the surroundings before approaching. The dark sedan that had been following them drove past, circled the block, then parked across the street. Two men remained inside lol, making no effort to hide their surveillance."They're not trying to be subtle," Sinclair observed."They don't need to be," Catherine replied. "This is a message—Marcus knows we're here and what we're doing."Zen considered their options. "If they're watching this openly, they likely have people inside the bank as well.""Not possible," Catherine countered. "Lafayette is extreme
The Useless Son-In-law is a God of War Chapter 124
The narrow streets of the 15th arrondissement provided both challenge and opportunity as Zen, Catherine, and Sinclair navigated their escape route. Ambient city noise—distant traffic, café conversations, occasional music—masked their movements as they descended the final stretch of the fire escape into a shadowed alley."Two blocks south," Sinclair whispered, pointing toward a cross street. "Black Citroën waiting."They moved efficiently, maintaining casual postures to avoid drawing attention while constantly scanning for threats. Zen took point, Catherine in the middle, with Sinclair covering their rear. The formation was instinctive for Zen, a muscle memory from years of similar maneuvers in far more hostile territories."Don't look back," Zen instructed Catherine when he sensed her turning to check behind them. "Telegraphs our awareness."She complied without argument, surprising him slightly. For someone accustomed to control, Catherine was adapting well to following tactical comm
The Useless Son-In-law is a God of War Chapter 125
Montmartre at night was a contradiction—simultaneously a tourist attraction and a local neighborhood, its winding streets and steep staircases creating a labyrinth that could either trap or protect. The Citroën navigated the narrow passages slowly, headlights illuminating cobblestones worn smooth by centuries of foot traffic."Stop here," Zen instructed as they approached a quiet street lined with shuttered shops and small apartment buildings. "We continue on foot."The GPS device he had retrieved from Laurent's safety deposit box beeped steadily, indicating they were within five hundred meters of their destination. The digital display showed not just distance but elevation—whatever they were seeking was below ground level."An underground location," Catherine observed, studying the device over Zen's shoulder. "Typical of Tom. He always preferred what he called 'depth security'—multiple layers of protection."Sinclair surveyed the street, his experienced gaze noting details most would
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The press conference was a masterclass in corporate theater. Zen stood on the podium at the future site of Skyline, the skeletal framework of the unfinished building rising behind him like the bones of a slumbering giant. Construction equipment gleamed in the afternoon sun, workers in Mega-branded safety gear positioned strategically in the background.Camera flashes punctuated his arrival as journalists frantically took notes. The city's most prominent business reporters had rushed to the site following Mega's cryptic announcement of "significant developments regarding the Skyline project."Zen adjusted the microphone, his expression betraying nothing of the calculated vengeance driving his actions. Sinclair stood to the side, scanning the crowd with practiced vigilance, while Keisha managed the press at the perimeter."Good afternoon," Zen began, his voice carrying across the assembled media with commanding precision. "Thank you for joining us on such short notice. Today marks a sig
Chapter 136
Night had fallen across the city as Zen sat alone in his office, the only illumination coming from his desk lamp and the soft glow of his computer screen. The Rossi loan documents were spread before him, each page meticulously annotated with his observations. The evidence was damning—predatory terms, hidden clauses, and what appeared to be deliberate manipulation of financial projections to ensure default.Mrs. Rossi had overplayed her hand, and now Zen had everything he needed to take control of the Skyline project.A soft ping from his security system alerted him to movement in the outer office. Zen glanced at his watch—11:47 PM. The cleaning staff had already finished hours ago, and his assistant had left shortly after six.He wasn't expecting anyone.With calmness, Zen closed the folder containing the loan documents and slid it into his desk drawer. He then pressed a concealed button beneath his desk, activating the silent recording system he'd installed for exactly this type of s
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The Skyline project dominated the horizon, its partially completed towers rising like monoliths against the afternoon sky. Construction cranes swung in choreographed precision, while teams of workers navigated the massive structure with efficiency. Despite being 15 percent complete, the development already commanded attention—a testament to Tom's architectural vision and business ambition.Zen stood at the edge of the site, ostensibly reviewing progress reports while actually conducting a far more strategic assessment. Following Wilson's revelations about the underground infrastructure connections, a personal inspection had become necessary."The north tower foundation is proceeding ahead of schedule," James Wilson explained as they walked the perimeter. "Structural integrity tests exceeded specifications by twelve percent.""And the sublevel excavation?" Zen asked, his attention focused on the massive pit that would eventually become the project's underground parking and service are
Chapter 134
Back in Zen’s Home country, after the whole heat has died down.Evelyn Rossi's office occupied the entire top floor of the Rossi Enterprises headquarters, a testament to both her inflated sense of importance and desperate need for the appearance of power. Floor-to-ceiling windows provided a 360-degree view of the city, including—Zen noted with satisfaction—a perfect sightline to the Skyline project rising in the distance. A project she'd foolishly leveraged her company to infiltrate."Mr. Diel," she greeted as he was ushered in by her assistant. Her voice carried the brittle warmth of someone trying to mask anxiety behind social pleasantries. "What an unexpected pleasure. I was beginning to think you were avoiding me."Zen moved into the spacious office with confident strides, each step calculated to remind her who truly held power in this room. He didn't wait for her invitation before settling comfortably in the chair opposite her desk."Avoiding you, Evelyn? Quite the contrary. I've
Chapter 133
The yacht cut through darkening waters, its engines humming at three-quarter power as it navigated away from Saint-Malo's harbor. Security personnel had settled into cruising positions—two on the aft deck, one on the forward observation point, and two inside the main cabin with Zharkov and Nia. The remaining guards were likely positioned on the bridge and in the engine room, maintaining operational security throughout the vessel.Zen and Henri remained concealed near the outer deck storage compartments, using the shadows cast by the yacht's exterior lighting to avoid detection. The increasing distance from shore worked in their favor—intervention from harbor authorities becoming less likely with each passing minute."Approaching optimal position," Henri noted quietly, checking the GPS coordinates on his tactical device. "Five minutes to designated extraction point."Zen nodded. They had identified a stretch of water approximately three nautical miles from shore—far enough to avoid imm
Chapter 132
Saint-Malo's ancient granite walls rose against the darkening sky, silhouetted by the setting sun as it dipped into the English Channel. The medieval fortifications had withstood centuries of sieges and storms, but now they served as mere backdrop to a far more immediate conflict. NiaZen studied the waterfront property through high-powered binoculars, his position on a neighboring rooftop offering optimal surveillance while maintaining adequate distance. The target—a modernist villa constructed with obvious disregard for the historic surroundings—sat directly on the water, complete with private dock where a sleek yacht waited, engines idling."Preparations for immediate departure," he noted, observing increased activity around the vessel. "Security detail?"Beside him, Henri adjusted his own observation equipment. "Eight visible. Professionally positioned. Two on the main approach, two patrolling the perimeter, four on the property itself.""Armed?""Concealed, but evident from their
Chapter 131
"Eighty-five seconds," the commander announced with professional detachment. "More than enough time for my departure, but rather challenging for yours."Zen maintained his aim, mind calculating options with cold efficiency. The commander held a decisive advantage with Catherine as hostage, but his announced departure suggested a tactical opportunity—he needed to move, which meant a moment of vulnerability."Your men upstairs?" Zen asked. "They're aware of Protocol Omega?"A flicker of something—annoyance, perhaps—crossed the commander's face. "My team understands operational necessities."Expendable assets, then. The commander had no intention of extracting his full team. Only himself, with Catherine as insurance, and the evidence they'd recovered.Catherine had remained silent, her posture tense but controlled. Now she caught Zen's gaze with deliberate intent, her eyes flicking briefly toward the ceiling—a message.Zen followed her glance, noting a specific pattern in the cellar's ov
Chapter 130
The chateau had transformed from elegant estate to tactical battleground in a matter of minutes. Emergency systems filled corridors with obscuring mist while strategic power failures created a disorienting environment of alternating darkness and strobing emergency lights. The cacophony of alarms, sprinklers, and intermittent gunfire completed the sensory disruption Sinclair had engineered."Status?" Zen asked as Sinclair emerged from the safe room, moving with obvious discomfort but determination."Mobile, armed, and extremely irritated," Sinclair replied, accepting the weapon Zen offered him. "Evacuation route?""Compromised," Zen stated, gesturing to the bound Marie. "She's been working with Marcus. Likely provided the layout and security details."Sinclair's eyes narrowed as he took in the situation. "Dr. Benoit?""Uncertain. Claims loyalty to Catherine."Benoit straightened, indignation overcoming caution. "I've served Catherine faithfully for years. Marie is the traitor, not me."
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Zen assessed their deteriorating tactical situation with cold precision. The intruders had effectively split their forces—one team maintaining pressure on him and Henri, another moving toward Sinclair's location, and likely a third searching for Catherine and the evidence drives."We need to reach Sinclair," he told Henri. "Before they do."Henri nodded grimly. "Secondary passage through the library. Concealed door behind the east bookcase."They moved in coordinated retreat, covering each other's movements while maintaining suppressive fire to slow the intruders' advance. The smoke provided useful cover, but it would dissipate soon, eliminating that advantage.As they reached the library, a sudden burst of gunfire from another section of the chateau confirmed Zen's assessment—the attack was proceeding on multiple fronts simultaneously."That came from near the kitchen," Henri noted, concern evident in his voice. "The safe room...""Sinclair's armed," Zen reminded him. "And Marie is w
