Chapter 36

“You cannot kill me, Hayes!” Voss choked out, spitting blood onto the pristine marble floor. “I have a dead man’s switch! If I don’t report back, my men will detonate the explosives planted under the museum grandstands!” “Will they detonate them?” Alexander asked, tilting his head with dangerous curiosity. The loose strands of dark hair fell over his forehead, contrasting violently with his cold, unblinking eyes. “Or will they realize that my cyber division intercepted your encrypted detonator codes the moment you stepped onto this property?” Voss froze, his fair, rosy skin paling to a sickly white. “What?” “I already possess your location codes. The explosives are disabled. You are entirely bankrupt of leverage,” Alexander explained smoothly, adjusting the cuffs of his shirt with impeccable precision. The warlord let out a ragged, humiliated sob. He had tried to exploit a perceived weakness and had been systematically dismantled by an intellect vastly superior to his own. “You have two choices,” Alexander stated, stepping closer. “You sign a full, legitimate transfer of your European real estate to Anna’s foundation as a documented philanthropic gift. Or my men will carry you out of this room in pieces.” Faced with absolute, unavoidable destruction, Voss frantically agreed to the terms. He gave up his entire syndicate without hesitation, completely stripped of his loyalty and dignity in less than three minutes. Alexander had secured the target without a single casualty.

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