Chapter 43 - the syndicate's ghost
"Who are you?" I demanded, planting my feet firmly and dropping my center of gravity into a combat-ready stance, keeping my eyes locked on his every micro-movement.
The man smiled coldly, tossing the photograph onto the marble floor where it shattered into a dozen pieces. "My name is Julian Cross. I am the senior partner of the international syndicate your father spent his final months trying to destroy before we silenced him."
Julian took a slow step forward, his eyes gleaming with malicious intent. "Your little stunt with the Vance family exposed a tiny fraction of our financial network, Avery. But you are just a glorified delivery girl playing bodyguard to a billionaire. You have no idea what is coming."
Before he could finish his arrogant sentence, I moved with lightning speed. I didn't waste time talking. I closed the distance in a fraction of a second, lashing out with a high kick aimed directly at his jaw.
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Julian was fast, but he wasn't fast enough. He ducked, but my foot grazed his shoulder, sending him stumbling backward against the grand piano with a loud crash.
👉 read part 44 to witness the violent penthouse clash.
