The Billionaire's Mistake

MISTAKE 80

color drained from Horace Greg's face as the realization washed over him. So what? What could he possibly do?

His daughter's obsession and behavior towards Daniel Shaw and her confrontation with Daniel's wife had sown the seeds of this catastrophe. Even if he wanted to beg, how would he start?

At the time, Horace had been pursuing funding for an investment opportunity, one that promised to generate a windfall of profits from the sale of high-end cybersecurity secrets to foreign buyers.

He had heard that she was on a wanted list. The 12 guns wanted her. He had already sold so many things under the nose of the Shaw, and it was only a matter of time before he got caught, so he wanted to curry favor with the 12 guns by handing over her information. Could it be that the Shaw family had found out?

He had made sure to hide all traces. He had not even contacted his man on the inside in a while

because of this.

How could they find out? Everything went wrong the moment his daughter confronted that girl. Or were the Shaw family watching him long before this?

Chapter 80 To Face the Music

These thoughts almost drove him crazy.

The Dark Hand were severely obsessed with Daniel's wife for some reason. There was no way he could not use this chip. His daughter hated her, and she was in the way. As long as she disappeared, his daughter would be a Shaw.

The memory made Horace's blood run cold. Ray must have discovered the leak, the sale of details that jeopardized the Shaw business, and with the target they had helped place on his precious granddaughter-in-law's life, it seems he was completely finished this time. The Shaws' wrath had been slow in coming, but now they clearly intended to extinguish the Greg legacy in one brutal stroke.

Horace reached for nother crystal glass with a trembling hand, pouring himself a generous portion of scotch into the fresh glass. He drained it in one gulp, savoring the burning trail it blazed down his throat.

There was only one way to stop the Shaw family before it crushed him entirely. He would have to face the demon himself and throw himself at Ray's mercy. If he offered enough explanation, Ray would let his company escape. Ray was a jovial old man. He would spare him.

would be a death

shook violently as he punched in the now all-too-familiar number on his

once....twice...

once... twice... then a curt voice

"Shaw here."

throat feeling as

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We...we need

then Ray's gravelly tone sliced through the static like a

humorless chuckle. followed, chilling Horace's blood. "Very well, Greg, let's talk. Start by telling me who you sold. my granddaughter-in-law's information to and why I shouldn't have my men pull your spine out through your

He licked his dry lips, panic nearly making him lose his mind,

organization called the Dark Hand," he admitted hoarsely, bracing himself for the wrath to come. "They look as though they are just smuggling guns in, but they actually operate the list. An online board on the dark web to order assassinations and abductions. They seem to have hands in other things too. I swear, I didn't know what they intended. They turned

him. Long, suffocating seconds of silence drained what little remained of

score...and now you beg for the mercy you don't deserve." Ray spat the words through the receiver like venom "Give me one

to start pleading. He needs drums to let him live.

violently as he ended the call with Ray. The man's pointed threat still rang in his ears with

right along with your pathetic criminal empire." He was going to die. He was sure

ragged breath, panic clawing at

no bargaining with such a man, no reasoning or groveling

implacable vengeance, and Horace had foolishly put a

his back.

secrets to the highest bidder was

his wife after this

she learned the terrible truth? They were going to die. Escaping

estate, The drive home passed in a blur. He pulle chest tightening as he took in the sight of his wife Martha out back tending to her beloved