Chapter 24
Markov froze. "What?"
"My cyber division intercepted your encrypted communications the moment you RSVP'd to my wife's gala," Soren explained smoothly, adjusting the cuffs of his shirt. "I already possess your bank accounts, Viktor. The money is gone. You are bankrupt."
Markov let out a ragged, humiliated sob. He had tried to exploit a perceived weakness and had been systematically dismantled by an intellect vastly superior to his own.
"You have two choices," Soren stated, stepping closer. "You sign a full, legitimate transfer of your American real estate to Elodie’s foundation as a documented philanthropic gift. Or my men will carry you out of this room in pieces."
Faced with absolute, unavoidable destruction, Markov frantically agreed to the terms. His hands shook violently as he signed the digital contracts Marcus placed before him, legally transferring tens of millions of dollars in pristine, legitimate real estate directly into Elodie’s charitable trust. The Russian boss was completely stripped of his power, his wealth, and his dignity in less than ten minutes.
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"You are finished in this country, Viktor," Soren murmured, taking the tablet back. "My men will escort you directly to the airfield. If you ever attempt to return to American soil, you will not live long enough to see the skyline."
Marcus and the other capo dragged the broken Russian boss and his disarmed bodyguards out of the study, hauling them toward the subterranean exits to avoid the guests above. The room fell into a heavy, ringing silence.
