Chapter 220

Alexander stood in the abandoned warehouse at Pier 47, surrounded by the ghosts of his own mistakes. The meeting location James had chosen was fitting - a place where lies had been spoken and truth had been twisted into weapons. The same concrete floor where Alexander had once believed he was fighting for justice now felt cold beneath his feet as he waited for his uncle’s killer to arrive.

The folder in Alexander’s hands contained everything: financial records proving James’s real identity, communication logs showing his manipulation tactics, forensic evidence about Richard Pierce’s murder. Months of investigation condensed into irrefutable proof that would destroy the man who had destroyed so many lives.

Footsteps echoed across the empty warehouse as a figure emerged from the shadows between stacked shipping containers. James Whitfield walked with the confident stride of someone who believed he still held all the advantages, his expensive coat billowing behind him in th