Billionaire Catches Cruel Fiancée Abusing His Baby Son, Unmasked by Secret Recorder and Maid's Testimony

Chapter 06 - The Mastermind Arrives

Victor dove behind a heavy concrete support pillar as a hail of bullets ripped through the basement, shattering vintage wine bottles and filling the air with the sharp scent of alcohol and gunpowder.

He waited three seconds, calculated the shooter’s position by the rhythm of his gunfire, then leaned out and fired two quick rounds straight through the gaps in the wooden rack.

The mercenary dropped his weapon, crashing heavily onto the wet floor.

Silence returned to the subterranean hallway, broken only by the hum of the emergency backup generator and the distant sound of thunder above.

Victor reloaded his pistol with a practiced, metallic click.

A slow, rhythmic clapping echoed from the top of the basement stairs.

A tall, elderly man in a bespoke wool coat stepped down the stone steps, carrying an ivory walking cane. He was flanked by four broad-shouldered bodyguards holding heavy handguns.

It was Arthur Vance—the former senator, Clara’s father, and the mastermind behind the entire plot.

“Impressive, Victor,” Arthur said, his voice smooth, aristocratic, and entirely devoid of remorse. “I always knew you were a capable military officer before you became a businessman. But you’re outnumbered, and my men have completely secured the ground floor.”

Victor stepped out from behind the pillar, keeping his gun trained squarely on Arthur’s chest.

“You killed your own daughter, Arthur,” Victor said, his voice heavy with lethal disgust. “Clara found out about your offshore laundering networks, and you sabotaged her car.”

Arthur let out a soft, dry chuckle, swirling his cane. “Clara was naive, Victor. She thought ethics mattered in a multi-billion-dollar empire. She was going to hand my private financial ledgers over to the Department of Justice. I did what any true empire builder does—I eliminated the threat.”

“And Serena?” Victor demanded. “You sent her into my house to finish the job?”

“Serena was a useful tool,” Arthur scoffed, dismissively waving his hand. “She was supposed to quietly secure the remaining evidence from your safe and ensure your little boy was declared mentally unfit so I could assume full legal guardianship of Clara’s trust fund. But she was impatient and sloppy.”

Arthur took two steps closer, his cold eyes locking onto the heavy steel vault door at the end of the hall.

“Where is the child, Victor?” Arthur asked, his voice dropping to an icy whisper. “Open that door, hand over the boy, and I’ll let you leave this country alive.”