"""Dad... Lock Every Exit."" Moments Later, No One Could Leave. ""Dad."" ""Lock every exit.""
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Chapter 3 / 5
CHAPTER 3 — The Collapse Begins
Outside the mansion, black vehicles arrived without sirens.
No announcement.
No warning.
Just precision.
Inside, the guests pressed against the glass walls, watching armed security units take positions silently around the estate.
Not police.
Private enforcement.
Owned.
Controlled.
The heir backed away as his phone started vibrating nonstop. Each call made his face whiter.
His father.
His board.
His legal team.
All collapsing at once.
“What did you do?!” he snapped finally, voice breaking.
I tilted my head slightly.
“I didn’t do anything yet.”
May you like
A beat.
“Your mistakes did.”
