Chapter 8 - The Return of the Boss
While Marcus was disarmed and forced to his knees in handcuffs, Roman received an urgent call on his private line from the main floor.
It was Claire.
"Mr. Hale," Claire’s voice came through the speaker, breathless and filled with intense emotion. "The neural flushing agent the military doctor administered two hours ago... it’s working. Please come upstairs."
Roman left the basement immediately, racing up the grand marble staircase to the living room.
There sat Ethan. The heavy blanket was pushed aside. For the first time in seven hundred and thirty days, Ethan’s right hand was gripping the armrest of his wheelchair. His breathing was deep, clear, and steady.
As Roman rushed into the room, Ethan slowly lifted his head. His eyes, once dull and distant under the fog of paralytics, burned with intelligence, authority, and fiery resolve.
Ethan looked at his twin brother, his vocal cords strained and raspy from two years of disuse, but his words were crystal clear.
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"He... sold... the shipping routes, Roman," Ethan rasped out, his fingers tightening on the leather armrest. "He... set us up."
👉 Read Part 9 to see the justice delivered to everyone involved in the conspiracy.
