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Chapter 356
The blissful smile that had graced Elijah’s face at the thought of his wife vanished in a fraction of a second, replaced instantly by a mask of cold, lifeless indifference. The temperature around the gate of the DiLaurentis Estate seemed to drop several degrees as he slowly turned around, his sharp, predatory eyes locking onto a garbage bin sitting in the shadows on the opposite side of the road.There was a frantic rustling sound, followed by a grunt of exertion. A man was struggling desperately to climb out from the depths of the refuse, but his aging legs, perhaps cramped from hours of hiding, failed him at the crucial moment.The bin tipped precariously, and with a loud, metallic clatter it toppled over, sending the elderly man somersaulting onto the pavement amidst a cascade of rotten vegetables, discarded wrappers, and street filth.If anyone from any of the aristocratic families of Brooklyn Heights society had walked by at that moment, they would have been shocked down to their
Chapter 355
At that very moment, the heavy gates of the Ainsworth Mansion opened, admitting a convoy of two black, armored SUVs. Leading them on foot was the elderly butler. The vehicles came to a synchronized halt near the entrance where Grace was standing, their engines cutting out. The butler approached Grace and bowed deeply, his breath steady and heartless as he delivered the news she had been waiting for. “We found him, Madam. He was getting himself drunk somewhere in the North District.”Grace didn’t even blink. She waved him off dismissively with a simple. “Inform Mother…”The doors of the SUVs were thrown open simultaneously, and several burly men, their faces obscured by tactical masks, swarmed out like angry wasps. They moved to the rear of the second vehicle, hauled open the door, and roughly dragged an elderly figure out from the plush leather interior. With no regard for his age or status, they threw him across the abrasive gravel of the driveway.“How dare you disrespect me?!
Chapter 354
“Are you accusing us of something?”Commissioner Maxwell Doyle took a step forward, his chest puffed out in a reflexive display of authority. But as he met the gaze of the Shadow of Death, the cold, emptiness of those eyes stripped him of his boldness instantly. This forced Commissioner Doyle to choke on his words and instinctively take a stumbling step back, his bravado evaporating. “Someone knew I was up there,” the Shadow of Death stated, his voice a low growl that vibrated through the air. “They used that knowledge to compromise my operation tonight. Tell me… who leaked my position?”Grace Ainsworth remained surprisingly calm, though her eyes were sharp. She didn’t flinch under the accusation. “Only those within this immediate circle were privy to the details of the operation tonight,” she said, her voice steady and controlled. She tilted her head slightly toward the oak tree outside the mansion gates, where the forensic team was now busy examining the mutilated corpse, the flas
Chapter 353
It took a few agonizing seconds for Grace Ainsworth and Commissioner Doyle to fully recover their composure after the sudden, violent display of power that had just unfolded before their eyes. They glanced briefly at Iron Skull, who was groaning as he forced himself back to his feet, clutching his heaving chest, before their gazes snapped back to the tall, imposing figure clad in matte-black tactical gear standing motionless in front of them. It was glaringly obvious to everyone present that this was no ordinary person. Swatting away a legendary underground prizefighter like Iron Skull with the casual ease of a man dusting off his coat, and simultaneously disabling five hardened mercenary guards in the literal blink of an eye wasn't simple. Iron Skull, however, had his pride. The humiliation of being tossed aside like a ragdoll ignited a furnace of rage. He gritted his teeth so hard they almost shatter; the metallic taste of his own blood filled his mouth from the internal impact,
Chapter 352
The air inside the Ainsworth Mansion compound was thick with tension, heavier than the humidity of the night.Dozens of armed security guards, mostly mercenaries with rifles slung across their chests, patrolled the grounds in tight formations. Their boots crunched on the gravel, their eyes scanning every shadow, every tree branch, every corner.Grace Ainsworth leaned against the side of her Rolls-Royce Phantom, her arms crossed tightly. Her eyes were fixed on the horrific sight hanging from the old oak tree just a few meters away.Forensic teams were already swarming around the corpse of Black Mane, their flashlights cutting through the dark.“Madam Ainsworth.”The Head of Security hurried up to her.He was a mountain of a man, built like a tank, with a scar running from his ear to his jaw. He looked tough enough to chew metal.He bowed deeply, sweat clouding on his shaved head.“We have swept the mansion grounds twice, Madam,” he reported, his voice low. “We checked the perimeter, th
Chapter 351
Inside Grace Ainsworth's Rolls-Royce Phantom...The interior of the luxury vehicle was usually a place of silence, but tonight it was filled with the venomous voice of Grace Ainsworth.She held her phone tightly against her ear, her knuckles white with rage.“It was a disaster!” she hissed, her voice dripping with rage. “A complete and utter catastrophe! Do you understand the definition of public execution? Because what I saw today was a circus!”On the other end of the line, the voice was raspy and defensive. It was the underground middleman she had met on the rooftop days ago.“Madam Ainsworth, please, lower your voice,” the man stammered. “Something… unexplainable happened today. I will get to the root of it. You must understand, the Shadow of Death has never missed a shot in his entire career. Not once!”“I don’t care about his résumé!” Grace snapped.“But, Madam!” the man persisted, trying to save his own skin. “He assassinated General Krig inside a moving tank from two miles awa
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