Chapter 4 - The Plastic Badge
The cinematic realism of the terrifying, suffocating tension completely paralyzed the lavish dining room.
Grace, the terrified maid, physically stopped breathing. She squeezed her eyes shut, completely expecting the mafia boss to execute them right there on the marble floor.
But a close-up captured Ella. The five-year-old girl remained completely fearless, firmly tapping her cheap plastic detective badge.
"I was hiding under the big bed in your room," Ella explained flawlessly, entirely oblivious to the apocalyptic weight of her words. "I was looking for clues. The bad lady came into your room while you were working downstairs."
Dante’s jaw literally unhinged. The crushing magnitude of the revelation hit him with the physical force of a massive freight train. The only person allowed inside his master suite without an armed escort was Bianca.
"What did she do?" Dante asked with deadly, freezing calm, his dark eyes radiating pure demonic fury.
"She opened the secret drawer in your big desk," Ella whispered, holding up one of the glossy surveillance photos. "She took pictures of your papers with her phone. And then she talked to a scary man on her phone."
"A scary man?" Dante repeated smoothly, entirely devoid of human mercy.
"She told the scary man that the cameras in the hallway were turned off," Ella stated clinically, her innocent voice delivering a multi-million-dollar death sentence. "She said you wouldn't be here much longer."
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An extreme close-up captured Dante staring at the specific photograph Ella was holding. It was an incredibly detailed, high-definition shot of his own master bedroom. His dark eyes filled with cold, terrifying clarity.
👉 Dante realized his beautiful girlfriend wasn't just stealing money; she was actively, maliciously orchestrating his violent murder.
