His Trusted Adviser Tried to Steal His Empire — Until the Little Girl Pointed at the Silver Star

"Gabriel, you're being completely paranoid!" Julian shrieked wildly, violently waving his trembling hands as his entire high-society delusion completely collapsed into dust.

He looked desperately toward the heavy mahogany doors, silently praying that his own private security detail would burst into the room to save him.

But Gabriel didn't even blink. He reached into his dark vest, pulled out a heavily encrypted digital remote, and pressed a single red button. A loud, heavy electronic lock aggressively slammed shut on the library doors. The massive room was now completely, irreversibly sealed.

"We aren't leaving this room until you tell me exactly what is buried inside my neck," Gabriel commanded smoothly, completely dominating the massive space.

"I don't know!" Julian wailed hysterically, completely abandoning his sophisticated, mentor persona. He looked like a pathetic, cornered animal. "It must be a coincidence! The rival cartel must have used a bomb part from one of my factories! I swear to God, Gabriel, I am your most loyal friend!"

"You're a parasite," Gabriel whispered coldly.

Gabriel aggressively closed the distance between them. He didn't draw a weapon. He didn't need one. His sheer, terrifying physical presence completely paralyzed the fifty-something adviser. Gabriel violently grabbed Julian by the lapels of his sharp suit, forcefully slamming the older man back against the polished wood of the grand piano.

"What did you put inside my head, Julian?" Gabriel roared, his voice dropping to a freezing, demonic frequency that completely sucked the air out of the room.

"Please! You're hurting me!" Julian sobbed violently, tears of pure, unadulterated terror pouring down his powdered face.