They Cornered Me to Collect My Father's Debt—But I Have a Secret Identity
Previously: When a ruthless loan shark cornered me in a dark corridor to collect my late father's debt, he thought I was defenseless—but he had no idea who I really was.
Marcus stumbled back, cradling his numbed arm, his face contorting from shock to pure, unadulterated fury. The mockery was gone; the dim hallway grew deathly quiet. The two bald henchmen straightened up, their hands slipping inside their denim jackets as they stepped off the stairs to flank their leader.
The Tables Turn
"You think a little parlor trick is going to save you?" Marcus spat, stepping forward again, his fists clenching. "Arthur Vance owed five million dollars to the syndicate. He died, and now you pay. There is no other way out of this hallway."
Elena slowly reached into her utility vest pocket. Marcus’s men froze, suspecting a weapon, but she pulled out a rugged tactical smartphone. She tapped the screen, displaying a live-updating encrypted financial ledger. She held it up to Marcus's face.
"My father didn't owe five million dollars, Marcus," Elena said calmly. "He laundered five million dollars of syndicate money through his legitimate logistics firm. And he was the sole keyholder to the offshore accounts holding the remaining eighty million."
Marcus squinted at the screen. His eyes widened as he recognized the high-security interface of the syndicate's primary treasury. The account owner name had been updated less than an hour ago. It didn't say Arthur Vance. It said Elena Vance.
"Before my father died, he transferred absolute control of the master keys to me," Elena continued, her voice echoing with authority. "If anything happens to me, these accounts are instantly wiped, and the encrypted logs of every single transaction your boss ever made will be sent directly to the federal task force. You aren't here to collect a debt. You just threatened the woman who controls your entire syndicate's future."
The two henchmen exchanged panicked glances, their hands hesitating on their weapons. Marcus's breath hitched. He looked at the screen, then at Elena, realizing that the defenseless girl he had just pinned by the throat was now the most powerful—and dangerous—person in his world.
”He looked at the screen, then at Elena, realizing that the defenseless girl he had just pinned by the throat was now the most powerful—an…