Chapter 4 - The Hidden Lens
Marcus walked toward the kitchen, taking a heavy brass key from his pocket and laying it on the marble island counter with a heavy click.
"Sophia is going upstairs to her room now, Michael," Marcus commanded coldly. "And you are going to pack your bags and leave my house before I call security to throw you out."
Sophia trembled behind Michael's legs, clutching the fabric of his trousers in absolute terror. "Don't leave me, Uncle Michael... please don't let them put me in the dark room again..."
Michael’s blood ran cold. The dark room?
He reached into the pocket of his sweater, touching the tiny power button of his high-definition lavalier microphone and miniature body lens—equipment he used for investigative documentary filming. He had turned it on the second he crouched down beside Sophia on the floor.
Every word, every bruise on camera, every cold threat from Marcus and Elisa had been recorded in crisp 4K resolution and streamed directly to a encrypted cloud folder on his tablet in his car.
"I'm not going anywhere without Sophia," Michael said firmly, his voice echoing through the high ceilings.
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"Then you leave me no choice," Marcus said, reaching for his phone on the counter.
👉 Who did Marcus call, believing he could suppress the truth using his money and power?
