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Chapter 782: The Ghost in the Warehouse
Kate backed up half a step, her hand dropping instinctively into her coat pocket where she held a small canister of pepper spray. Her flashlight beam shook slightly as she aimed it at the man's face. "Stay back," Kate warned, her voice tight with tension. "Who are you? Are you the one who texted me?" The man held up both of his hands in a peaceful gesture, stepping out of the shadows. The cold blue light of the monitor illuminated his sharp jawline, messy dark hair, and intense, intelligent eyes. "Lower the light, Kate," the man said softly, his tone entirely calm and non-threatening. "It is me. Jaxon Sterling." Kate lowered the flashlight slightly in sheer shock, her jaw dropping open. "Jaxon? Arthur Sterling's son?" "Yes," Jaxon replied, taking a small step forward while keeping his hands visible. "I know this looks suspicious, but I assure you I am not here to harm you. I am the one who sent you the coordinates and the decryption key." Kate stared at him, trying to reconcile
Chapter 781: Shadows Behind the Throne
Night fell across the city, bringing a chilly wind that rattled the heavy window frames of the Carl Estate. Inside her dark, quiet bedroom, Kate Carl sat on the edge of her bed, her face illuminated only by the stark white light of her mobile phone screen. She had spent the entire weekend isolated in her room, refusing to go downstairs or speak with family members. Ever since she discovered that her father, Richard Carl, had deliberately sanitized the company's legacy logs to protect his own political standing, her world felt completely fractured. The belief that her family were noble victims in the collapse of Carl Holdings had been completely destroyed. Kate stared at the glowing text message on her screen. It was sent from an untraceable, encrypted satellite number—the same mysterious sender who had messaged her days ago. I know what Gregor took from you tonight, Kate, the message read. But Richard was not the only one who kept a secret backup server. Your father was a coward, b
Chapter 780: Race Against the Broadcast
The heavy silence following David Miller's revelation lasted only a second before action erupted inside the estate. Gregor yanked David up from the floor by his collar, dragging the former chief of staff toward the double doors of the library. "Agent Martinez is waiting at the lower gate with two federal transport vehicles," Gregor stated, his voice calm despite the chaotic situation. "I will hand the prisoner over directly to the FBI and secure his mobile devices for digital forensics." "Do it," James ordered, not turning his gaze from the large television display mounted on the library wall. "Make sure Martinez puts a full lockdown on Miller's personal communications immediately." Gregor dragged the laughing, defiant traitor out of the room, closing the heavy oak doors behind them. Jonathan slumped into the leather armchair behind his desk. He looked visibly aged, his skin grey and weary as he stared blankly at the dark screen of the wall-mounted television. "It is over, James,"
Chapter 779: The Mole Unmasked
The silence inside Senator Jonathan Princeton's private estate library felt heavy and suffocating. Dust particles hung suspended in the pale afternoon sunlight filtering through the tall stained-glass windows. James Wane stood near the center of the room, his posture rigid and unyielding. His cold blue eyes remained fixed entirely on Chief of Staff David Miller. David stayed motionless beside the grand mahogany desk. His hand rested lightly near the edge of his tailored suit jacket, inches from his inner pocket. His usual warm, polished expression had frozen into a mask of complete stillness. "I asked you a question, David," James said, his voice flat and devoid of emotion. "Where were you thirty minutes ago when shots were fired near the campaign garage?" Senator Jonathan Princeton leaned heavily against the edge of his desk, his brow furrowed in utter confusion. He looked between James and the man who had managed his political career for nearly fifteen years. "James, what are you
Chapter 778: The Inner Circle
By two o'clock on Sunday afternoon, the sky had cleared slightly, leaving a crisp, cold breeze blowing across the grounds of Senator Jonathan Princeton’s private estate on the outskirts of the city.The media circus remained blocked at the heavy iron front gates half a mile away. Inside the estate’s spacious, wood-paneled library, a rare quiet had finally descended. The immediate federal emergency had paused; Agent Martinez had called thirty minutes earlier to confirm that the preliminary digital forensics on Ana’s storage drive matched the server signatures, effectively freezing all enforcement actions against the Senator and his daughter.Ellen sat on the large leather sofa in front of the unlit stone fireplace. Her father sat beside her, his long legs crossed, looking far older than his years. Ellen held both of her father's hands tightly in her own, her eyes soft with emotion as she looked at him."It is over, Dad," Ellen whispered gently. "The FBI has suspended the warrant. James
Chapter 777: Crossfire in the Dark
"Down!" James shouted.Before the echoes of the high-velocity rifle shot could fade, Gregor moved like a freight train. He lunged forward, grabbing Arthur Vance by the collar of his suit jacket, and dragged the screaming attorney bodily behind the thick concrete support pillar just as a third bullet slammed into the ground where Vance had been sitting.James dropped low to the oily floor, reaching behind his back to draw his concealed sidearm. The garage echoed with the deafening roar of the dark van's engine as it accelerated down the main driving lane.Through the tinted windshield of the approaching vehicle, James could see the dim silhouette of two men wearing tactical balaclavas. A passenger window slid down, and the sleek barrel of a suppressed automatic rifle extended into the air."Cover!" James commanded.Gregor pulled his own weapon, leaning out from behind the pillar and firing three rapid, precise suppressive shots into the van's radiator grille. White steam burst from und
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