Chapter 2 - The Tragedy in the Shadow Wing
Alessandro led his armed security team through the torrential downpour toward the estate’s outer servant quarters. His heart hammered violently against his ribs as Marco, his chief bodyguard, breached the heavy wooden door of the basement apartment.
The room was damp and unheated. On the concrete floor near the bottom of a steep wooden staircase lay Isabella. Her face was pale, and a faint dark bruise marked her temple, but her wrist still carried a weak, fluttering pulse.
"She’s alive!" Dr. Vance, the syndicate’s chief trauma surgeon, shouted as he knelt beside her with a portable defibrillator and oxygen mask. "Severe concussion and extreme hypothermia, but we can stabilize her if we move her to the estate ICU immediately!"
Alessandro dropped beside Isabella, his broad hands carefully cradling her cold face. "Hold on, Isabella. You’re home now," he whispered, his eyes burning with unshed tears.
As the paramedics loaded Isabella onto a stretcher, Marco inspected the top of the wooden staircase. He shined his tactical flashlight onto the top landing, pointing out a slick patch of industrial oil and a freshly snapped copper wire across the top step.
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"This wasn't an accident, Boss," Marco said coldly, holding up a severed wire fragment. "Someone deliberately greased these steps and rigged a tripwire to break her neck."
👉 Read PART 3 to see who rigged the lethal trap in Isabella's quarters!
