2024-10-29 15:25:36The black sedan rolled to a halt before a gilded gate, its towering iron bars adorned with the elegant "Montgomery" crest.
Max leaned against the window, his breath fogging the glass as he took in the grandeur.
“Is this it?” he asked, his voice low, almost reverent.
Harrison, the ever-composed butler, nodded.
“Indeed, sir. This is Montgomery Estate.”
A security guard approached.
Harrison handed over a thick envelope without hesitation.
Max fidgeted as the guard scanned the documents.
After a tense moment, the gates opened with a groan, revealing a sprawling estate bathed in sunlight.
As the car eased forward, Max’s jaw dropped.
A central fountain sparkled like diamonds, surrounded by gardens so manicured they seemed unreal.
Marble statues peeked out from hedgerows, their lifelike gazes following the car.
“It looked like a giant museum.” Max muttered.
“You haven’t seen the inside yet.”
Harrison said with a small smile as the car stopped at the mansion’s grand steps.
Max hesitated before stepping out, painfully aware of his scuffed sneakers and worn jacket.
“I shouldn’t be here.”
Harrison opened the car door with a flourish.
“Mr. Montgomery insisted.”
With reluctant steps, Max followed Harrison up the marble staircase.
Inside, every inch of the mansion screamed wealth: ornate chandeliers, towering oil paintings, and a faint scent of polished wood and old money.
“Please wait here,” Harrison instructed, stopping before an imposing door.
He knocked, and a voice from within responded, “Come in.”
Max swallowed hard, his hand trembling as he reached for the doorknob.
Taking a deep breath, he stepped inside.
The study was warm but intimidating, the air thick with the scent of aged leather and old books.
Behind a mahogany desk sat an elderly man, his silver hair immaculately combed, his sharp eyes scrutinizing Max.
“Hello,” Max said hesitantly.
The man’s expression softened, his eyes shimmering with emotion.
“It’s you,” he whispered.
He rose, his movements deliberate but trembling. “After all these years.”
Max stood still, his curiosity outweighing his nerves. “What do you mean?”
The old man approached with surprising agility, pulling Max into an embrace.
Max froze for a moment, then relaxed as the warmth of the gesture sank in.
“You have your father’s eyes,” the man said, stepping back, his voice thick with emotion.
“And your mother’s chin. It’s like seeing them again.”
“My parents?” Max asked, stunned. “You knew them?”
The man gestured to a chair, his hands trembling.
“Sit, son. I’m Richard Montgomery, your grandfather.”
Max sank into the seat, his heart pounding.
“I don’t understand. I grew up in foster care. I thought I didn’t have family.”
“You do,” Richard said, his voice strong yet kind.
“You’re my grandson, and you’re the rightful heir to the Montgomery legacy.”
Max blinked, the words hitting him like a tidal wave.
“I... don’t even know what to say.”
“Say nothing,” Richard replied, his gaze unwavering.
“This isn’t just about wealth, Max. It’s about belonging. You’re home now.”
For the first time in his life, Max felt something unexpected—a sense of connection.
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The bunker’s silence was suffocating.Max’s fingers hovered over the button, every muscle in his body screaming for him to end this.One press.One moment.Elliot’s empire—gone.Emily, bruised and breathless, rushed into the chamber first, Red Fang and Molly behind her.“Max!” she gasped, eyes darting between him and Elliot. “Do it. End this.”Red Fang, ever the pragmatist, cocked his gun. “Push the damn button, boss.”Molly’s gaze flickered to the mainframe. “We don’t even know what wiping it will trigger.”Max knew that.That’s why he wasn’t pressing it.Something wasn’t right.Elliot, bloody but smirking, watched him carefully.“You hesitate,” he murmured. “Smart.”Emily’s breath hitched. “Max, don’t listen to him.”Elliot’s smirk widened.“You think I built this entire empire just for it to collapse with me?” His bruised fingers tapped the device in his palm. “Go ahead. Destroy it. But you won’t be stopping anything.”Max’s grip tightened.“Then what am I stopping?”Elliot chuckle
CHAPTER 217
The bunker loomed before them, half-buried beneath ice and reinforced steel. The frozen wind howled across the tundra, but Max barely felt it.He could only see one thing.The entrance to Project Nemesis.Red Fang, Emily, and Orlov’s strike team flanked him. The Russian general’s men were hardened operatives, armed to the teeth.“Thermal scans show minimal movement inside,” Molly reported through the comms. “But that’s impossible. Elliot wouldn’t leave this place unguarded.”Max’s jaw tightened.“He’s waiting.”Emily’s hand hovered over her gun.“So what’s the play?”Max stepped forward.“No more tricks,” he said. “I go in alone.”The bunker’s inner doors slid open, revealing a massive, circular chamber bathed in dim, blue light.And at its center—Elliot.Standing alone, dressed in a black combat shirt, his expression calm.Waiting.“You made it,” Elliot said smoothly. “Was starting to think you’d given up.”Max stepped forward, muscles coiled.“No more games.”Elliot smirked.“No. J
CHAPTER 216
Max’s eyelids cracked open, and the first thing he felt was pain.His wrists were bound.His head throbbed.His breath came out in short, sharp bursts, the frigid air burning his lungs.The room was concrete and steel, dimly lit by a single overhead bulb.A black site.Siberia.He flexed his fingers, feeling the bite of handcuffs against his skin.Across from him, Emily and Red Fang sat in matching restraints, their eyes flicking toward him as he stirred.Emily’s lip was split. Red Fang’s knuckles were bruised.Max let out a slow, steady breath.Elliot had planned for this.And now?Now they were in his trap.The heavy door groaned open.A man strode in—tall, broad, and radiating pure military authority.General Dmitri Orlov.His icy blue eyes swept over them, calculating, judging.He stopped before Max, arms crossed.“I should execute you where you sit,” Orlov said in flawless English.Max didn’t flinch.“You’d be making a mistake.”Orlov’s expression didn’t change.“You are Maxwell
CHAPTER 215
Max’s hands shook as he stared at the blinking red display on Emily’s chest.0:59He swallowed, forcing his mind to slow down.“Emily, don’t move,” he said, his voice tight.She held her breath. “Wasn’t planning to.”The bomb’s wiring was intricate, laced with a failsafe mechanism designed to detonate if tampered with incorrectly.0:45Molly’s voice crackled through the earpiece.“Max, I’m in the system—there’s a wireless detonation trigger, but I can’t hack it remotely. You have to disable it manually.”Red Fang’s tone was grim. “How much time?”Max exhaled shakily. “Not enough.”0:30His fingers moved with surgical precision, tracing the primary detonation circuit. One wrong move, and Emily would—No.Focus.Emily’s eyes locked on his. “Max.”0:15“Almost there,” he muttered.0:10Max found the kill switch—but it was wired to a secondary charge.Damn it.He had one chance.One cut.He sliced through the wire.0:03The countdown stopped.A sharp, piercing silence filled the room.Emi
CHAPTER 214
The skyline of Dubai gleamed under the desert moon, an empire of glass and steel stretching toward the heavens.At its peak stood the Desert Crown, a private skyscraper Elliot had turned into his personal fortress.Tonight, Max was walking straight into it.Max adjusted his collar, stepping out of the sleek black car that had been provided for him.No weapons.No backup.No second chances.Elliot had made that clear.The building’s penthouse elevator was already waiting.Red Fang’s voice crackled through the hidden earpiece.“You sure about this, boss?”Max stepped inside.“No.”The elevator doors sealed shut, carrying him into the lion’s den.The penthouse was a study in excess. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the glittering skyline, the city pulsing with unmatched wealth and power.And at the center of it all—Elliot.Sitting in a high-backed chair, dressed in a custom black suit, a drink in hand, smirking like he’d already won.Emily was nowhere to be seen.Max’s fists clenched.
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The screen on Viktor’s phone lit up.A live news broadcast.Max turned his head slightly—and felt his blood go cold.His own face flashed across the screen.BREAKING NEWS:“Interpol confirms Maxwell Montgomery is in possession of a classified bioweapon. Global alert issued. Immediate capture or termination authorized.”Max’s heartbeat thundered.No.Elliot’s voice hummed through the line.“You see, Max… while you were busy looking for me?”The smirk was almost audible.“I made the world believe you’re the real threat.”Viktor gave him a mocking shrug.“Sorry, Max. It’s just business.”Gunfire roared through the abandoned warehouse, bullets sparking off rusted steel beams as Max dove for cover behind a stack of shipping crates. The acrid stench of gunpowder filled the air, mingling with the heavy scent of betrayal.Red Fang was already firing back, his rifle barking as he clipped one of Viktor’s men.But it wasn’t enough.They were outnumbered.And worse—Emily was gone.“Max, we gotta
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