Chapter 33 - the ultimatum
The next morning, the corporate headquarters of the Cross empire was in absolute lockdown. Sophia sat in her glass-walled executive office, flanked by heavily armed enforcers. Titan lay loyally at her feet, his eyes locked on the door.
An encrypted laptop on her desk pinged. The screen flickered to life, revealing Julian. He possessed Victor's arrogant smirk but held a much darker, calculating intelligence in his eyes. Behind him, chained to a steel chair, was Damian.
The former mafia boss was bruised, but his posture remained perfectly straight, his eyes defiant.
"Hello, cousin," Julian mocked smoothly. "It seems the great Damian Cross isn't so untouchable in his old age. My father died a broken man in a foreign slum because of him. Now, I will take everything he built."
"Name your price, Julian," Sophia said, her voice completely devoid of panic.
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"Sign over the entire maritime distribution network and step down," Julian demanded. "You have twenty-four hours to transfer the deeds, or I will send my uncle back to you in pieces." The screen went completely black.
👉 read part 34 to see sophia's brilliant counterattack.
