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

The heavy, toxic silence in the grand library was absolutely deafening.

"I had to do it!" Julian roared aggressively, suddenly looking up with a face twisted by pure, toxic jealousy. He completely stopped begging and unleashed his true, malicious nature.

"You were going to hand the entire syndicate over to the legitimate corporate sector!" Julian shrieked wildly, violently pounding his fists against the rug. "You were going to marry that woman and go completely clean! I built this empire with your father! I wasn't going to let you destroy our legacy for a stupid, pathetic civilian wife!"

Gabriel completely froze. The mention of his late wife hit him with the physical force of a freight train.

"You planted the bomb," Gabriel stated clinically, the absolute, undeniable truth violently crashing over him.

"Yes!" Julian laughed hysterically, completely losing his mind. "I planted the explosive! I killed her! And when you miraculously survived the blast, I paid the surgeon ten million dollars to implant the neural blocker before you woke up!"

Julian aggressively pointed his finger at the mafia boss, entirely convinced he was still the smartest man in the room.

"For five years, you've been my perfect, obedient little puppet!" Julian sneered coldly. "You trusted me! You let me run the offshore accounts! You let me make the executive decisions! Because that little silver star in your neck kept you docile, confused, and completely dependent on me!"

Gabriel didn't scream. He didn't violently attack the older man. His quietness was infinitely more terrifying.