The Billionaire Heir's Revenge

Chapter 13: The Black Phoenix

Gunfire echoed throughout Blackwell Global Headquarters.

Security teams rushed through corridors.

Emergency alarms flashed red across every floor.

Employees were being evacuated.

The attackers had come prepared.

Very prepared.

Inside the chairman's office, Ethan stared at the security monitors.

The black phoenix tattoo remained visible on one attacker's wrist.

The symbol seemed almost alive.

Dangerous.

Ancient.

Ava's face remained pale.

"The Black Phoenix..."

Her voice was barely a whisper.

Ethan turned toward her.

"Tell me everything."

Ava swallowed.

"My mother only mentioned them once."

"What did she say?"

A long silence followed.

Then Ava answered.

"She said the Black Phoenix existed long before Project Phoenix."

The room became quiet.

"How long?"

"Hundreds of years."

Even Sebastian looked surprised.

Ava continued.

"They operate in secret."

"They infiltrate governments."

"Corporations."

"Financial institutions."

"Elite families."

Her voice trembled.

"And anyone who opposes them disappears."

A chill spread through the room.

If that was true...

Then Ethan wasn't fighting a corporation.

He wasn't fighting a family.

He was fighting an organization that had existed for generations.

Meanwhile...

Parking Level B7.

The attackers advanced deeper into the building.

Their leader walked calmly at the front.

Unlike the others, he wore no mask.

His face was cold.

Expressionless.

A scar stretched across his left cheek.

One operative approached.

"Commander."

"The chairman is still on the top floor."

The man nodded.

"Continue."

His voice carried absolute confidence.

As if failure wasn't possible.

As if Ethan's death had already been decided.

Top Floor.

Ethan's phone suddenly vibrated.

A private encrypted line.

Only a handful of people possessed this number.

Ethan answered.

"Speak."

Leonard Pierce's voice emerged.

Urgent.

"Chairman."

"What happened?"

"We found something."

Ethan's expression sharpened.

"What?"

Silence.

Then Leonard quietly replied.

"The traitor made a mistake."

Immediately, Ethan became interested.

"What kind of mistake?"

"We intercepted a transmission."

Ethan's eyes narrowed.

"And?"

Leonard hesitated.

Then answered.

"The transmission originated from inside headquarters."

Boom.

The room fell silent.

The traitor was here.

Inside the building.

Right now.

During the attack.

Ethan's expression darkened.

For the first time, they had real evidence.

The enemy wasn't just watching.

The enemy was among them.

Twenty minutes later.

The attack began collapsing.

Blackwell Global's elite security forces finally gained the upper hand.

Several attackers were captured.

Others were killed.

The survivors retreated.

For now.

The headquarters had survived.

Inside a secure conference room, Ethan reviewed the captured intelligence.

Photographs.

Maps.

Communication logs.

And then—

One file caught his attention.

His own photograph.

Several photographs, actually.

At different locations.

Different dates.

Different times.

Someone had been tracking him for years.

The file continued.

Business records.

Personal information.

Movement patterns.

Schedules.

Everything.

Then Ethan reached the final page.

His expression froze.

A single name was written there.

Target Priority Level: Supreme

Beneath it was another note.

Written by hand.

The Heir must never discover Subject Zero.

Ethan frowned.

"Subject Zero?"

Nobody recognized the term.

Not Sebastian.

Not Ava.

Not Leonard.

Nothing.

Yet something about it felt important.

Very important.

Elsewhere.

Inside a hidden underground facility.

A massive conference hall remained completely silent.

Several figures sat around a circular table.

Every face hidden.

Every identity concealed.

At the head of the table sat a man dressed entirely in black.

The Black Phoenix Leader.

Before him stood a terrified operative.

"The attack failed."

Silence.

The operative trembled.

Nobody dared look directly at the leader.

After several seconds, the leader finally spoke.

"Casualties?"

"Thirty-two."

"Captured?"

"Seven."

The room became colder.

The leader slowly closed his eyes.

Then opened them again.

"Dispose of the captured assets."

The operative bowed immediately.

"Yes."

"Anything else?"

The operative hesitated.

Then answered.

"The heir has obtained half the key."

For the first time, the leader reacted.

A dangerous smile appeared on his face.

"Interesting."

The room remained silent.

Then the leader quietly laughed.

A low, chilling sound.

"Perhaps fate cannot be avoided after all."

The other figures exchanged nervous glances.

None understood.

Yet none dared ask.

The leader stood.

His eyes fixed on a giant screen displaying Ethan's image.

Then he said something that shocked everyone.

"Prepare my aircraft."

The room froze.

One elder couldn't help speaking.

"Leader..."

"You're going personally?"

The leader smiled.

"Yes."

"Because after fifteen years..."

His gaze remained locked on Ethan's photograph.

"It is finally time to meet my son."

Boom.

Silence.

Absolute silence.

Every person in the room froze.

Son?

The Black Phoenix Leader's son?

The photograph remained displayed on the screen.

The face was unmistakable.

It was Ethan Blackwell.

And somewhere inside Blackwell Global Headquarters, completely unaware of the truth, Ethan continued searching for the people responsible for his family's destruction.

Not knowing that the most dangerous man in the world had just claimed to be his father.

And that the next move in this deadly game would change everything.