Chapter 8 - The Hidden Vault
Lorenzo’s eyes narrowed into deadly slits as he inserted the tiny memory card into his desktop reader.
Files instantly loaded onto his screen: encrypted bank transfers, audio recordings, and medical logs spanning five years.
The records proved that Dr. Victor Vance was not acting alone. He was being paid millions by Lorenzo’s ambitious cousin, Mateo Rossi—the man who controlled the syndicate’s shipping routes in Brooklyn. Mateo had planned to render Lorenzo’s direct bloodline helpless, ensuring that when Lorenzo stepped down, there would be no direct heir to claim leadership over the Rossi empire.
"The herbal bath Emma prepared today..." Lorenzo murmured, looking up at Sophia with newfound awe. "It wasn't a child's game."
"It was my grandmother's recipe," Sophia said softly. "A concentrated blend of natural anti-toxins and nerve stimulants meant to flush heavy synthetics out of the skin tissue. I prepared the brass basin, but Emma insisted on carrying it to Isabella herself. She wanted to make her new friend smile."
Before Lorenzo could answer, heavy footsteps echoed outside the study door. Marcus’s voice cut through the intercom: "Boss, Dr. Vance has just arrived for Lady Isabella’s scheduled evening injection."
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Lorenzo stood up slowly, his broad frame radiating an aura of lethal, absolute vengeance.
"Marcus," Lorenzo said into the speaker, his voice smooth and cold as ice. "Escort Dr. Vance to the lower holding vaults. Tell him I have a few medical questions regarding my daughter's health."
