Semua Bab Dumped Her Ex, Married A Secret Billionaire: Bab 481 - Bab 490

Footsteps echoed intermittently through the corridor of a luxury hotel in the Las Vegas business district.Inside the executive suite, Cecilia sat quietly on the sofa, watching the evening news. Liam stood by the window, his gaze fixed on the streets below, scanning for anything out of the ordinary.Kerwin might look like a blunt instrument, but he was far from careless. Liam had already figured it out--aside from an aerial extraction, every possible exit from the building had been sealed.Without outside support, they weren't exactly going to grow wings and fly out.Ding-dong.The doorbell rang."Room service."Cecilia glanced at her watch. Without realizing it, dinnertime had arrived. They had been trapped here for an entire day.The four bodyguards stationed outside thoroughly inspected the service cart before allowing the waiter inside.The waiter pushed the cart in silently. Under the guards' watchful eyes, he arranged the dishes neatly on the table, then left without a word. The

Outside the ICU, Kerwin remained where he was, a faint, knowing smile curling at the corner of his mouth.The man beside him--his right-hand fixer--couldn't help asking, "Why didn't you make a move just now?""Broderick isn't easy to handle," Kerwin replied as he turned and headed down the corridor. "If he dared walk into my territory, he came prepared. He's not like Liam--he won't relax his guard and walk straight into a trap.""But the other side made it clear," the fixer lowered his voice. "They want Cecilia dead before midnight."Kerwin lifted his chin."Tell me--if Liam dies here too, what do you think the Sinclair family would do?"The fixer fell silent."Crossing Broderick would only bring chaos," Kerwin continued calmly. "But crossing Liam? That turns this place into hell on earth. I planned to use Broderick to get Cecilia out quietly, kill her without a sound, and pin it all on him. We missed that window."The fixer sighed."It was a perfect opportunity. Should I go after the

Murphy dropped the blood-soaked handkerchief and fixed a cold stare on the man speaking.With his pistol still in hand, he casually brushed aside the police chief's sweat-plastered hair, his voice flat and razor-sharp."I've heard that half of Las Vegas runs on Kerwin's money. But don't you think you people in charge let things get a little too out of control?"The mayor hurried to explain."We've tried to crack down before, sir, but you saw it yourself--Kerwin was ruthless. Push him too hard, and he wouldn't hand over suspects. He'd hand over bodies. Lives were on the line. We're just a city police department--we couldn't afford a direct confrontation."Murphy let out a humorless laugh."Ridiculous. A city police force that can't even suppress a criminal syndicate? I'll be reporting this directly upstairs. An independent task force will come down to investigate. As of tonight, everything that happened here is classified. All media outlets are to be silenced. Until the investigation i

Ferdinand spoke without emotion."I followed your plan. The news has been released. Every major outlet in New York will be reporting today that Liam and Cecilia were killed in the Las Vegas shooting.""I had my own death announced as well," Hugh said, pouring himself a cup of coffee."After this, that man won't be able to sit still."He lifted the cup, smiling bitterly."I wanted to leave him a way out, out of old loyalty. But he chose to wipe out everyone--including Cecilia, who wasn't even part of the game. Turns out I raised a snake in my own house.""Anyone who dares touch the Sinclair family should know this," Ferdinand said coldly."Even if he takes the throne, he won't last long sitting on it.""This started because of me," Hugh replied. "I'll clean it up myself. Completely. I won't let that child get dragged into this mess again."The corner of Ferdinand's mouth lifted almost imperceptibly."If that's your word, I'm not worried. I just hope that when you deal with him in the e

The HG Family headquarters was in chaos.Two opposing factions were locked in a heated argument, voices clashing until Berg and Tor walked in. Gradually, the noise died down.Berg took the head seat, his expression dark and unreadable."The boss hasn't even been laid to rest," he said coldly. "And you're already tearing each other apart?""It's not like that, Berg," one man said, standing up. "But with no clear leader right now, we need a respected elder to stabilize things. If morale collapses, every rival syndicate out there will start circling us like vultures.""Berg just said Hugh's body isn't even cold yet," another man snapped. "Shouldn't we be united, figuring out how to avenge him? And you're already talking about replacing him? I won't accept that.""Avenging Hugh and choosing a new leader aren't mutually exclusive," Tor said flatly. "Stev, you're protesting awfully hard. What--think you deserve the seat yourself?"At the mention of his name, Stev slammed his hand on the tab