Chapter 15 - the phantom raid
Nathan didn't send a noisy army of street thugs to the garment district. He dispatched a highly specialized, absolutely silent tactical unit. They moved through the freezing shadows with terrifying, cinematic precision, utilizing advanced thermal cloaking to remain unseen.
Nathan breached the designated warehouse himself. He moved with the lethal, silent grace of a true phantom, completely bypassing the amateur security guards Alistair had hired. He forcefully kicked open the heavy metal doors of the server room.
Five panicked, pale hackers scrambled backward, their expensive monitors completely fried by Grace’s viral code. Sitting at the center of the room was the arrogant rival mogul, desperately trying to reboot his ruined system.
"You stole our designs," Nathan stated, his voice a low, vibrating rumble of absolute death that echoed through the dark room. "And you threatened our family's legacy."
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"We didn't know it was you!" Alistair stammered, raising his hands in sheer, humiliating terror as the laser sights of the elite guards painted his chest. "Everyone knows exactly who we are," Nathan replied coldly, entirely devoid of mercy.
👉 read part 16 to witness the final judgment.
