“Sir, Your Wife Faked Her Death, I Know Where She is”…The poor girl told the billionaire and he…

“You tried to kill her.”

“She was going to destroy everything.”

Rebecca’s voice came steady from behind Jude.

“It was already rotten. You just didn’t want it exposed.”

Thomas’s pleasant mask slipped for the first time.

“There are interests involved here far bigger than either of you understand,” he snapped. “Give me the envelope.”

Jude said nothing.

Then, suddenly, the night outside exploded with white light.

Headlights blazed through every window.

Sirens screamed.

Voices shouted through amplified speakers.

“ARMED POLICE. DO NOT MOVE.”

Thomas froze.

For the first time that night, his confidence vanished.

His men looked toward the windows, recalculating the situation in an instant.