The entire boulevard fell silent.
Liam couldn’t move.
“Dad?” he whispered.
The man nodded.
Victor suddenly ran toward his sedan.
But before he could reach it, two security agents stepped in front of him.
“It’s over,” the man said.
Victor’s hands shook.
“You don’t understand!” Victor yelled.
“Oh, I understand perfectly,” the man replied.
Three years earlier, Liam’s father had discovered that Victor had stolen millions from their company.
Before the evidence could reach the authorities, Victor arranged a deadly yacht explosion.
The world believed Liam’s father had died that night.
But he survived.
For three years he lived in secret, gathering proof.
Waiting.
Watching.
Building the case.
And now he had everything.
One agent opened a briefcase filled with documents.
Another displayed videos on a tablet.
Victor’s face collapsed.
There was nowhere left to hide.
Police sirens echoed in the distance.
Victor turned to Liam.
“I never wanted this.”
Liam looked him in the eye.
“That’s the first honest thing you’ve said.”
Moments later, police cars surrounded the boulevard.
Victor was handcuffed and taken away.
As the convoy disappeared, Liam turned back toward his father.
For a moment neither of them spoke.
Then Liam hugged him.
Tears filled his eyes.
“I thought I’d never see you again.”
His father smiled.
“You never stopped believing.”
The sun dipped below the trees.
For the first time in three years, Liam felt safe.
But neither of them noticed the woman standing on a mansion balcony across the street.
Watching.
Recording everything.
And when she lowered her phone, she smiled.
Because Victor Grant wasn’t the real mastermind.
She was.
