“Where do we go?” I asked.

“I have a safehouse,” Liam said. “It’s a cabin near the river, registered under a false name. It’s off the grid. No digital footprint.”

I nodded, my mind still racing through the lines of code and the financial structures I had just shattered.

We walked out of the server room, leaving the flashing monitors behind us.

The hospital corridors were quiet, the overhead fluorescent lights casting long, pale shadows on the linoleum.

We took the service elevator down to the basement garage.

Liam’s truck was parked in a dark corner, away from the security cameras.

We got in, the engine roaring to life in the enclosed space.

As we drove out into the cool night air, the city skyline looked distant and cold.

I watched the lights of the buildings pass by, thinking of the empire that was currently collapsing under its own weight.

Ethan would be frantic.

A man like him, stripped of his money, was a cornered animal.

He wouldn’t just sit back and let the lawyers handle it.