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

as he punched in the now all-too-familiar

once....twice...

once... twice... then a

"Shaw here."

feeling as dry as

To

We...we need

Ray's gravelly tone sliced through

not yet realized where you stand." 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

his dry lips, panic nearly making him lose his mind, but he had made up his mind

a criminal 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 around and sent us a fake video

him. Long, suffocating seconds of silence

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

he took a breath to start pleading. He needs drums to let

with Ray. The man's pointed threat still rang in his

shouldn't bury you right along with your pathetic criminal empire." He

breath, panic clawing at

no bargaining with such a man, no reasoning or groveling that would stay the Shaw family's

vengeance, and Horace had foolishly put a massive

his back.

the old man's granddaughter-in-law's secrets to the highest bidder was the ultimate

face his wife after this calamity? What would happen

terrible truth? They were going to die. Escaping now was worse. If he escaped,

driveway of their sprawling estate, The drive home passed in a blur. He pulle chest tightening as he took in the sight of his wife Martha