Chapter 8 - The Arrogant Slip
Viktor leaned down beside Sebastian, opening the bottle of clear liquid and pouring it directly onto the fresh bandages.
"Don't mind her, boss," Viktor sneered softly, leaning close to Sebastian’s ear. "She doesn't understand how business works. You were getting too powerful, Sebastian. The board needed someone more... manageable. A crippled boss is better for profits."
"So you paid the doctors at the hospital to lie about my spinal scans?" Sebastian asked, his voice barely a weak whisper.
"It was remarkably easy," Viktor chuckled quietly, believing no one else could hear him over the ocean breeze outside. "A few hundred thousand to the chief of neurosurgery, and a fresh bottle of nerve blocker delivered to your penthouse every morning. You'll stay in this wheelchair for the rest of your life, and I'll run Chicago."
Viktor raised the soaked bandage to wrap it around Sebastian's knee.
Suddenly, Clare held up her smartphone, showing a bright green light flashing on the screen.
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"Live streaming directly to Gabriel and the syndicate council downstairs," Clare announced with a cold, triumphant smile.
👉 How did Viktor react when he realized his confession was broadcast to the entire syndicate?
