Chapter 7 - The Deleted Camera
Marcus held the tablet out to Gabriel.
"Julian told the IT team to run a scheduled system wipe at one-thirty today," Marcus said, his voice flat and professional. "He thought the cloud backup was disabled. It wasn't. Our secondary server in Chicago automatically saved the raw feed."
Gabriel tapped the screen.
The crystal-clear 4K security footage showed the second-floor hallway outside Abigail's bedroom at exactly 1:45 PM.
On screen, Julian was seen whispering intently with Evelyn. Evelyn handed him a small amber vial from her designer purse. Julian took it, smiled coldly, and entered Abigail's bedroom. A minute later, Evelyn could be seen standing guard by the stairwell, checking her watch with an expression of cold, impatient boredom.
Gabriel’s fingers tightened on the tablet so hard the tempered glass screen cracked with a sharp snap.
A suffocating silence blanketed the room. Evelyn’s knees buckled, and she collapsed against the mahogany console table, knocking over a crystal vase that shattered at her feet.
"Gabriel... please..." Evelyn gasped, her aristocratic composure completely disintegrating into hysterical sobs. "It wasn't my idea! Julian swore you were going to leave everything to the girl! He said you were setting up an irrevocable trust that would cut us both out entirely!"
"Shut up, Evelyn! Shut your mouth!" Julian screamed, completely losing his mind.
The charming, polished younger brother vanished, replaced by a snarling, desperate predator backed into a corner.
"You think you’re a god, Gabriel?" Julian spat, his face contorted with years of festering jealousy. "Our father gave you the entire empire! You have the shipping lines, the real estate, the money! And what did I get? Scraps! Allowance! And now you were going to lock all seventy billion into a trust for a crippled, defective little girl who won't even live to see twenty!"
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👉 How far was Julian willing to go now that his entire murder plot was laid bare before Gabriel?
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