Rise to Power: The Miraculous Liam Regan.

Chapter 19

The moment the attendant finished speaking, something shifted in Liam's entire body.

It was not just fear anymore. It was a deeper, more suffocating dread the kind that came from knowing he was already trapped, already sinking, and that no amount of struggling would pull him to the surface in time.

He knew how this worked.

He knew exactly how it would go the moment those higher authorities walked through that door.

They would not come in looking for the truth. They would come in looking for a culprit. And a man of his level, standing inside a bank with five hundred million dollars suddenly sitting in his account, would need no further introduction as the suspect.

They would not let him speak first.

They would not even let him breathe before the accusations began.

Questions would come like blows, fast and merciless, and none of his answers would matter because he had no answers. Not real ones. Not the kind that would satisfy anyone. He was just as confused as anyone else in this room, maybe even more so, and that confusion would not protect him. It would only make him look guiltier.

And Victoria knew that.

If she was behind this and every instinct in him screamed that she was then she had calculated it perfectly. Whatever story she chose to tell, whatever version of events she decided to present to the authorities, it would land. It would stick. Because he had no counter-story. He had nothing.

Any allegation she made would work against him right now. Every single one.

He could feel the walls closing in.

“Please,” he said, his voice dropping low and urgent, cracking slightly at the edges despite his effort to hold it together.

“Please, just tell me the name of the person who sent this money. I need to know. I really need to know who did this.”

However the attendant said nothing.

She simply looked at him with that familiar mixture of suspicion and disdain, as though his desperation only confirmed what she already believed.

Liam's jaw tightened.

“Is it Victoria?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper now.

“Or Benjamin? Please was it one of those two people?”

Again hearing Liam’s question, the attendant said nothing not a word, not even a whisper.

Her silence only made the tension inside him worse. It tightened around his chest, winding itself deeper and deeper until agitation turned into raw frustration. He needed an answer. Just one. A name. A clue. Anything that would help him understand the nightmare unfolding around him.

But before he could press her again, something else happened.

The door leading to the east wing of the bank suddenly swung open.

At once, Liam turned toward the sound.

Four men in immaculate dark suits stepped through first, moving with the sharp, controlled confidence of people who were used to command. Between them walked a woman, positioned in the center as though the others were naturally arranged around her authority. Her pace was steady, composed, and deliberate, and there was something about her presence that made the air in the room feel tighter the moment she appeared.

Behind them came four security guards, broad-shouldered and stern-faced, each of them looking more than capable of dragging a man out without effort if ordered to do so.

The sight made Liam’s stomach drop.

The attendant reacted instantly. She sprang up from her seat so fast it was almost as if fear had lifted her. Even before the suited group reached the counter, she had already lowered her head in respectful submission.

Then they arrived.

And the moment they did, she raised her hand and pointed directly at Liam.

“This is the man,” she said at once. “This is the man I believe defrauded a Level Sixteen citizen. He’s the one I flagged for fraud. He’s the one.”