Chapter 22 - the corporate strike
The heavily armed mercenaries didn't steal money or hardware; they targeted the cryo-storage units containing the foundation's highly classified, proprietary synthetic antibodies—a revolutionary cure for a rare neurotoxic disease that Apex Global wanted to monetize.
When Massimo arrived at the ruined laboratory, his dark eyes scanned the shattered glass and broken security protocols. He didn't panic. The icy, calculating demeanor of a man who once ruled Boston with an iron fist took over completely.
Ivy, standing beside her father in the wreckage, clenched her jaw. "They bypassed biometric scanners, Dad. This wasn't a random smash-and-grab. Someone inside the board of directors sold our security clearance codes to Apex."
Massimo looked at his daughter, immense pride mixing with a cold, terrifying resolve. "Apex thinks we are just doctors and philanthropists. They think we don't know how to wage a war in the dark."
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He pulled out a secure, encrypted phone, dialing a number he hadn't used in years. "Marcus, activate the old network. Apex Global just crossed the bloodline."
👉 read part 23 to witness the silent mobilization.
