Chapter 8 - The Tide Turns
From the shadows near the entrance, Agent Sarah Jenkins stepped forward, accompanied by four armed federal marshals in tactical gear. At the same time, the overhead skylights illuminated the sudden arrival of Marcus's private security drones buzzing silently above the catwalk, their red targeting lasers locking onto Charles's bodyguards.
"Charles Vance, you are under arrest for conspiracy, corporate espionage, and child endangerment," Agent Jenkins announced, her badge held high in the dim light.
The two corporate guards instantly dropped their hands, recognizing the futility of resistance as the federal marshals moved in with practiced efficiency, clicking handcuffs onto their wrists. Richard Sterling collapsed against a steel container, burying his head in his hands as federal agents read him his rights.
Charles Vance, however, maintained a chilling, composed facade as the cuffs were slapped onto his wrists. He looked directly at me, his eyes sharp and venomous. "You might have won this round, Nathan. But a corporate empire built on stolen blood and orphan toys won't last."
"The only thing ending tonight is your control over my family," I replied coldly, turning my back on him as the marshals led him away.
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Marcus jogged up to me, handing me my encrypted phone. "Boss, we just received confirmation from the medical lab. The rapid DNA results are in. You are 99.999% the biological father of the infant."
The final piece of the puzzle clicked into place. The baby wasn't just a mysterious stranger dropped on my doorstep; he was my son, a miracle born from the very biological samples I thought had lost all hope of creating a future.
