Chapter 3 - The Cold Confrontation
The heavy, toxic silence in the grand library was absolutely deafening.
Gabriel didn't yell. His quietness was infinitely more terrifying than a roaring, violent tantrum. He slowly stood up from the heavy leather sofa, his dark vest perfectly pressed, his massive shoulders radiating the crushing weight of a true titan.
He gently patted six-year-old Ellie on the head, offering her a soft, reassuring smile.
"Go play in your room, sweetheart," Gabriel whispered smoothly, ensuring his deep voice carried undeniable, warm protection. "I need to talk to Julian about business."
Ellie smiled, entirely unaware of the nuclear bomb she had just detonated. She skipped happily out of the library, the heavy mahogany doors clicking shut behind her.
The exact second the doors closed, the warm, bright daylight pouring through the massive windows suddenly felt incredibly freezing.
Gabriel slowly turned his lethal, calculating gaze directly toward the grand piano.
Julian physically staggered backward, his expensive sharp suit wrinkling as his knees nearly buckled. He was sweating profusely, desperately trying to force a fake, confident smile onto his terrified face.
"Kids say the strangest things, Gabriel," Julian panicked loudly, his voice cracking into a pathetic, high-pitched squeak. "It's just the light reflecting off the scar tissue! You know the doctors said that shrapnel would eventually shift!"
"It isn't shrapnel, Julian," Gabriel stated clinically, entirely devoid of human mercy.
Gabriel took one slow, highly measured step toward his trusted adviser.
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"A silver star," Gabriel whispered coldly, his brain aggressively piecing the terrifying puzzle together. "That is the exact, highly classified corporate logo of your private offshore holding company, isn't it? Silver Star Holdings."
👉 Julian’s jaw literally unhinged as he realized the mafia boss had just flawlessly connected the deadly dots.
