His Brother Dumped Him in the Freezing Snow to Steal His Empire — Until the Waitress Covered Him in a Blanket

Alex picked up the tactical radio. He didn't yell. The absolute, terrifying restraint he showed was infinitely more dangerous than screaming.

"Marcus," Alex whispered into the radio, his voice echoing lethally over the secure frequency.

Miles away in the penthouse boardroom, Marcus gasped in sheer, breathless horror, violently dropping his expensive pen. He realized his entire hit squad had just been completely wiped out.

"You missed the drive, little brother," Alex stated flawlessly. "And you missed the fact that my smartwatch was actively recording the audio of the assault in the car."

Marcus stopped breathing. The color violently drained from his face.

"I already sent the audio file to the FBI an hour ago," Alex revealed coldly, completely destroying Marcus's entire life in a single sentence. "You aren't taking my empire. You are taking a federal prison sentence."

Suddenly, the heavy glass doors of the boardroom violently burst open.

Dozens of heavily armed federal agents marched directly into the room, their weapons raised.

"Marcus Vance!" the lead agent barked, flashing a badge. "You are under arrest for attempted murder and federal corporate fraud!"

"No! Please!" Marcus shrieked like a feral coward, thrashing wildly as the agents violently grabbed him, slamming him onto the mahogany table to cuff him. His pathetic cries faded into the building, ending his toxic greed forever.