Chapter 330: A Father's Wrath

Chris's POV

Chris was in the middle of a high-level briefing when his phone rang.

One glance at the caller ID—Ethan.

His grip on the phone tightened. Ethan never called during a meeting unless it was urgent.

Without a word, Chris stood up, sending a sharp glance to the room full of officials.

"Leave."

The room emptied in seconds.

Only then did he answer.

"Talk."

"It's Classic," Ethan said. "He's under attack."

For a split second, everything stopped.

Then, Chris's voice dropped to an icy calm. "Where?"

"En route home from school. Three SUVs. Well-coordinated. They forced his limo to stop. He took out one of them, but they have him surrounded."

Chris turned to the screen behind him and tapped into the live satellite feed.

The aerial view showed the wreckage—the limo, the SUVs, and the men pulling Classic out.

Chris's jaw tightened.

"Who are they?"

"We're still running ID scans. Not random thugs—this was a planned extraction."

Chris's fingers hovered over the table controls. "I want them dead."

"Already working on it. Backup is two minutes out."

"Not good enough." Chris's voice was pure steel. "Activate Ghost Protocol. Now."

Ethan hesitated. Ghost Protocol meant absolute annihilation. No survivors. No traces left behind.

"Are you sure?"

Chris's eyes burned into the screen, watching as his son struggled against the masked attackers.

"They dared touch my son."

He clenched his fist. "Burn them to the ground."