The Maid Stopped the Mafia Boss's Wedding With a Secret Recording—When He Heard His Bride's Voice, He Turned His Back on the Altar Forever

Inside the dimly lit executive study, Casper paced the floor, his wet tuxedo jacket discarded on a chair, revealing a dark holster strapped over his pristine white shirt. Uncle August sat quietly by the fireplace, still recovering from the shock, while Willow stood near the desk, no longer looking like a maid, but a true confidant.

"If we confront Marcus now, he’ll deny it," Casper stated, pouring himself a bourbon. "He controls the entire security grid. He could lock down the mansion and trap us inside with his loyal men before we even get to him."

Willow bit her lower lip, her sharp mind working quickly. "Then we don't confront him. We make him expose himself. Marcus thinks Volkov succeeded, or at least escaped in the chaos. He doesn't know we found the blueprints in Volkov's pocket."

Casper stopped pacing, intrigued. "What are you suggesting, Willow?"

"Marcus is a greedy man. If he sold you out to the Vitiellos, he did it for money," Willow explained, stepping closer to the desk. "He knows the family's master ledger—the book that contains all the offshore accounts—is hidden in this study. If he thinks you're distracted with the assassination attempt, he will try to steal the ledger to secure his payday before he flees."

Casper smirked, a dangerous, handsome smile forming on his lips. "We bait the rat."

Casper picked up the intercom. "Marcus, report to the executive study immediately."

Two minutes later, Marcus walked in, attempting to look deeply concerned. "Boss, we're still searching the grounds for the shooter. Are you and the elder safe?"

"We are fine," Casper lied smoothly. "But I need you to double the perimeter guard. I am opening the master floor safe to transfer the offshore funds before we evacuate the estate. No one is to enter this wing. Understood?"