2025-11-23 19:20:05The Mercedes moved through Queens but Marcus barely noticed. His mind was still processing Victor's words, turning them over like puzzle pieces.
“Daniel, my brother, seduced my wife”.
"Where are we going?" Marcus asked.
"Somewhere private," Victor replied, his eyes on the road. "Somewhere we can talk without interruption. Your father owns a building in Tribeca. He uses it for... sensitive meetings."
"Does he know you're taking me there?"
Victor's lips curved in something that wasn't quite a smile.
"He knows I found you five years ago, Young Master. He ordered me to watch but not interfere. What he doesn't know is that I've been compiling my own records of everything that's happened to you against…”.
Marcus looked at Victor in the rearview mirror. "Against what?"
"Against..." Victor paused, choosing his words carefully. "Against the possibility that you might need leverage against your own family."
"Why?" Marcus asked. "You're loyal to my father. You've served him for thirty years."
"I'm loyal to the Chen family," Victor corrected. "Robert Chen is... what he is. Brilliant, ruthless. But he's also getting old and he's forgotten something important."
"What's that?"
Victor met Marcus's eyes in the mirror. "That empires built only on fear will eventually collapse . You understood that five years ago when you left and you wanted to build something different."
He returned his attention to the road. "I thought you were naive then. Maybe you were. But after watching what your father and Daniel did to you... I think maybe you were right"
The Mercedes turned down a narrow street in Tribeca, pulling into an underground garage beneath a nondescript office building. Victor swiped a keycard, and a reinforced gate opened automatically.
The garage contains just a handful of expensive cars parked in designated spots. A Bentley. A Porsche. And a Range Rover with tinted windows.
Victor parked in a spot marked "Reserved" and turned off the engine.
"Before we go up, I need to ask you something, Young Master. What are you hoping to find in the information I've gathered?"
Marcus considered the question. "The truth."
"The truth." Victor turned in his seat to face Marcus directly. "And what will you do with it? Will you use it to hurt the people who hurt you? Or will you expose and destroy them? Or will you use it to protect yourself and walk away again?"
"I don't know yet," Marcus admitted.
Victor nodded slowly. "That's an honest answer. Good. Hold onto that as you learn what I'm about to show you. Because the information I have... it's going to make you angry. Angrier than you've ever been. And anger makes men do things they regret."
"I'll be fine."
"Will you?" Victor's gaze was penetrating. "Five years ago, you left because you didn't want to become your father. You didn't want to build your life on cruelty. But now you're back and you're ready to strike back. That's the exact moment when men become the things they hate."
"I'm not my father."
"No," Victor agreed. "You're not. But you could be.I trained you, remember? I know what you're capable of”.
He opened his door. "Come on. Let's see if you can still be yourself after learning what your family did to you."
They took an elevator to the tenth floor. Their footsteps echoed on the floor as Victor led Marcus down a corridor lined with frosted glass doors. At the end of the hall, Victor unlocked a door marked with a number: 1047.
Inside was a conference room that looked like a law firm or a consulting company. A long mahogany table was at the center, surrounded by leather chairs.
Victor closed the door behind them and locked it.
"I told you I've been watching you. This is what I've compiled”.
He walked to a cabinet and pulled out two thick folders, putting them on the conference table.
"These are the condensed versions. Financial records, surveillance reports, intercepted communications. Everything you need to understand what was done to you, and by whom."
Marcus approached the wall slowly. The photos were arranged chronologically, starting from five years ago. There he was, younger, smiling, holding Victoria's hand at their small wedding ceremony.
They'd been happy then. Or he thought they had been.
The next section showed photos of him at Bradford Industries, sitting in a cubicle, carrying coffee, enduring meetings where he was clearly being ignored.
"Who took these?" Marcus asked.
"Some I took myself," Victor admitted. "Others came from security cameras, private investigators, and social media”.
Further along the wall, Marcus was at the Bradford mansion looking isolated and alone at a family dinner. Victoria and Daniel—still calling himself Dylan Kane then—were acting intimate in a restaurant.
"When did it start?" Marcus asked. "The affair. When?"
Victor consulted a note pinned beneath a photo.
"Three years and two months ago. They met at a charity gala, the one the Bradfords attended regularly. Daniel introduced himself as Dylan Kane, a tech entrepreneur. Within two weeks, they were having lunch together. Within a month..." He didn't finish the sentence.
Marcus stared at a photo of Victoria and Daniel kissing outside a hotel. The timestamp showed it was taken in the afternoon, probably while Marcus was at Bradford Industries, performing whatever meaningless task they'd assigned him that day.
"Did she love him?" Marcus asked. "Or was she just... looking for a way out?"
"Does it matter?"
Marcus thought about that. "No. I suppose it doesn't."
He moved to the next section of the wall.
"The Bradford family finances," Victor explained, joining Marcus at the wall. "This took me three years to fully map out. They're very good at hiding their problems behind shell companies and creative accounting."
"How bad is it?" Marcus asked.
"Catastrophic." Victor pulled down a document and handed it to Marcus. "Bradford Industries is forty-seven million dollars in debt. The company looks profitable on paper, but that's all smoke and mirrors. They've been taking loans from various sources to maintain the appearance of success while slowly bleeding out."
Marcus scanned the document.
"How are they still operating?"
"Because someone has been keeping them afloat. Look here." Victor pointed to a series of transactions highlighted in yellow. "These are loans from shell companies, all owned by the same person."
Marcus felt ice form in his chest.
"My father."
"Your father," Victor confirmed. "Robert has been deliberately destroying them, Marcus. He bought up their debt, then used it as leverage to squeeze them harder. Every time they tried to recover, he'd offer them just enough money to survive. He's been playing with them like a cat with a mouse."
"Why?" Marcus asked, though part of him already knew the answer.
"To punish you through them. To make your 'normal life' as miserable as possible and to prove that you can't escape the world you were born into."
Victor's expression was grim.
"This was his way of forcing you home, destroying everything you tried to build until you had nowhere else to go."
Marcus set down the document, fighting the rage building in his chest. "And the Bradfords? Do they know who actually owns their debt?"
"No. The shell companies are buried under layers of corporate structure. But recently..." Victor pulled down another document. "Recently, they've started to suspect something is wrong. They're desperate, Marcus. Which makes them dangerous."
"What do you mean?"
Victor walked to the conference table and opened one of the thick folders. He pulled out a stack of papers and spread them across the mahogany surface.
"These are documents prepared by the Bradfords' lawyers. Backdated transactions. Forged signatures. Financial records that show you embezzling five million dollars from Bradford Industries."
Marcus picked up one of the papers, gazing at his signature, or a very good forgery of his signature at the bottom.
"They're going to frame me."
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