Chapter 2 - The Stolen Mind
The cinematic realism of the suffocating, terrifying tension completely electrified the grand library.
A medium close-up captured Vincent Rourke. He didn't move a single muscle, but his natural micro-expressions shifted violently. The terrifyingly calm, untouchable demeanor completely shattered. All the color violently drained from his handsome face, leaving him looking like a terrified ghost.
His pale eyes widened slightly as Sophie's tiny finger brushed against the distinct, hard metallic lump buried beneath his skin.
To understand the absolute, bone-chilling horror freezing the blood in Vincent's veins, one had to look at his massive criminal empire. Six months ago, Vincent had supposedly survived a catastrophic car accident. He had woken up in his private hospital with severe amnesia, entirely unable to remember his bank passcodes, his offshore accounts, or the identities of his federal informants.
His entire inner circle, led by his most trusted underboss, Marcus, had sworn the memory loss was due to severe head trauma. They had generously taken control of the syndicate's daily operations while Vincent "recovered."
But as Sophie touched his neck, absolute, deadly clarity violently took over his mind.
It wasn't head trauma. It wasn't an accident.
A wide shot captured the heavy, terrifying atmosphere. The massive, towering bodyguards in dark suits standing in the background immediately tensed up. They saw the boss freeze. They instinctively reached inside their tailored jackets, completely ready to execute the maid and the child for touching him.
But Vincent didn't look at them. He slowly, deliberately raised a single hand in the air, instantly stopping his guards without even turning his head.
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The entire library fell into a dead, suffocating silence.
👉 Vincent slowly reached for his own neck, entirely ready to uncover a massive, multi-million-dollar betrayal.
