The wedding hall was filled with grandeur. Guests from high society filled the rows of seats, dressed in elegant gowns and tuxedos. Crystal chandeliers reflected the light across the marble floors. White roses and orchids lined the aisle, and golden candelabras flanked the stage where the altar had been set. A string quartet played softly, filling the hall with harmony as attendants walked down the aisle. Bridesmaids in pale pink carried bouquets, and groomsmen in tailored suits followed, straight and composed. The flower girl sprinkled petals while the ring bearer held a velvet cushion with the rings. At the center, Isabella walked down the aisle, escorted by her father, smiling and composed, while Alex waited at the altar, adjusting his cufflinks, exchanging polite glances with the guests. The atmosphere was festive, with excited whispers filling the room as the couple reached the altar. The priest cleared his throat, preparing to begin the ceremony.&n

Mr Hogan sat at the head of the table, fingers steepled, his eyes scanning the room. “Gentlemen, it is time we move on to the next stage. Alex is under control. Through him, we reach Armitage.” Dorian Duvall leaned forward, tapping his fingers on the table. “Are we certain he is fully compliant? Alex is young, and unpredictable. Any slip could ruin this operation.” Hogan’s voice was calm but sharp. “Alex may be young, but circumstances bind him. His marriage keeps him tied to the family. He cannot act against us without consequences.” Sir Malcolm Trent adjusted his glasses. “We need absolute precision. Hogan, tell us how we are approaching Armitage. He is cautious, and he does not tolerate manipulation.” Hogan’s lips curved faintly. “Through Alex. He is the link. He has proximity and influence. We leverage that. Armitage will not suspe

Mr Stirling stared at him in horror. His body trembled. His mind struggled to understand what he was hearing. His lips quivered. “You… you are alive.” His voice shook. “I thought you were dead.” Finn stepped closer. His eyes were cold and filled with rage. “I would not die,” Finn said slowly. “Not until every one of you who killed my grandfather is lying beneath the ground.” Mr Stirling shook his head in disbelief. “No… that is impossible. We shot you. We pushed you from the cliff. You could not have survived that.” Finn’s voice hardened. “You gave us no mercy that day.” Mr Stirling’s breathing became heavy. “We thought you were dead