Tears—different tears—filled my eyes.
He took my hand. “The five million has already been transferred to your mother’s hospital account. My people handled it an hour ago. The surgery is scheduled for tomorrow morning with the best team in Asia.”
Julian lunged forward, screaming, but security—actual Montalban security who had been disguised among the guests—grabbed him.
**The Fall of an Empire**
What followed was the swiftest corporate collapse in the country’s history.
Within hours, Reyes Capital’s stocks plummeted. Banks froze accounts. International authorities, already tipped off by Rafe’s evidence, issued warrants. Julian’s “friends” abandoned him like rats from a sinking ship.
