Chapter 6 - The Midnight Raid
Late that evening, a tropical storm battered the glass windows of the Miami mansion. Lightning flashed across the dark ocean sky, illuminating the quiet hallway where Grace was tucking Noah into his bed.
Downstairs in the private study, the heavy oak door creaked open.
Hector Vance and two masked men slipped silently into the room, heading straight for the concealed wall safe hidden behind a massive oil painting of the Miami harbor.
Using the access codes provided by Vanessa, Hector bypassed the biometric security. The vault door popped open with a soft metallic click. Inside sat rows of black ledgers, millions in untraceable cash, and the original deed to the waterfront estate.
"Easy money," Hector chuckled, reaching in to grab the master drive.
Suddenly, the lights in the study clicked on, bathing the room in blinding white illumination.
Grace stood in the doorway. She wasn't cowering in fear. In her hands, held with firm precision, was a sleek security tablet displaying live feeds of every corridor in the house.
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"You're five minutes too late, Mr. Vance," Grace said, her voice steady and calm.
👉 Read Part 7 to see Marcus spring his master trap.
