Chapter 52 - 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 Noah 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 raised by the undisputed king of Boston took over completely.
Michael Jr., standing beside his father in the wreckage, clenched his 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."
Noah looked at his son, 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 53 to witness the silent mobilization.
