A Ruthless Crew Brutalized a Quiet Maid — Until the Mafia Don Saw the Bruises on Her Arm

Adrian knelt back down beside Elena, placing his hand over hers. He had known about the ledger for months, but he had never forced Elena to surrender it, respecting her wish to stay out of the syndicate war.

"The chest..." Adrian said quietly, looking into her eyes. "It had the ledger inside, didn't it?"

Elena nodded slowly, fresh tears streaming down her pale cheeks. "Yes... Victor Vance took it. He said with that ledger in his hands, no court and no Don could ever touch him. He thinks he won."

A dark, dangerous smile flickered across Adrian’s sharp features. He reached into his inner jacket pocket and pulled out a small, encrypted flash drive, holding it up in the ambient light of the library.

"Vance is an idiot," Adrian said coldly. "He thinks in terms of paper and iron. He doesn't know you digitized every page of that ledger two years ago and sent it to my private server."

Elena gasped, her eyes widening in pure shock. "You... you had the files all along?"

"I had the evidence," Adrian replied softly, his voice filled with fierce protection. "I was waiting for the right moment to strike Vance's entire network legally and financially. But he made a fatal mistake tonight. He touched you."

Adrian stood up to his full height, turning to face his men standing by the fireplace.