Chapter 98: No Safe Haven

Mercer had ruled the city for too long, untouchable in the shadows. But now? He was cornered. And Isabella intended to finish the job.

Breaking the Backbone

Inside the safe house, the team worked relentlessly. Claire was deep in Mercer's financial records, eyes locked on the screen. "We found it. The offshore accounts, the laundering routes—everything."

Ethan smirked. "How bad is it?"

Claire grinned. "Bad enough to bury him."

Alexander leaned against the table, arms crossed. "Then we make sure the world sees it."

The Public Strike

That night, an anonymous email reached every major news outlet. Documents, transaction records, names—undeniable proof of Mercer's empire built on corruption and crime.

Within hours, headlines blared across the city.

"Adrian Mercer Exposed: Billions in Illegal Operations Uncovered!"

Banks froze his assets. His allies distanced themselves. The politicians he had bought denied ever knowing him.

Isabella watched the chaos unfold from her laptop. "Now, we wait for him to run."

Alexander's gaze darkened. "And when he does?"

She met his eyes. "We'll be there to catch him."

Mercer's Last Move

A sudden buzz on Isabella's phone made her tense. Unknown number. Again.

She answered.

A slow, menacing voice spoke. "You think you've won?"

Her grip tightened. "You're done, Mercer."

A chuckle. "You've made a mistake, Isabella. Because now, I have nothing left to lose."

The line cut.

A chill ran through the room. Damian grabbed his gun. "That sounded like a man about to do something stupid."

Claire's fingers flew across her keyboard. "Checking now. If he's planning something—"

Her screen flashed red. A security breach.

Ethan's eyes narrowed. "What did he just do?"

Claire's face paled.

"He's coming for us."