Chapter 9
Chapter 9: The Final Confrontation
The foundation was holding a gala to celebrate the new era of the medical wing.
The garden was filled with donors, local politicians, and media.
Arya stood on the stage, her hand resting on the microphone.
Suddenly, a man stepped out from the crowd.
He looked exactly like Dante, but with a cruel, jagged smile.
“This is a lovely party,” he said, his voice echoing in the garden.
“But it belongs to me,” he announced, pulling a device from his pocket.
The crowd gasped.
“You’re out of your league, brother,” he said, looking toward Dante.
Dante stepped forward, his eyes blazing.
“You’re finished, Marco,” Dante said, his voice echoing with authority.
“The federal agents are already surrounding the property,” he revealed.
Marco laughed.
“You think they can stop what I’ve planned?” he asked, pressing the button.
Nothing happened.
Marco stared at the device.
“What?” he stammered.
Arya smiled from the stage.
“I changed your frequency, Marco,” she said.
“I’m the one who runs the security grid now,” she reminded him.
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Dante stepped forward, pinning Marco against the fountain.
“Your game is over,” Dante said.
