The millionaire found two little girls hiding behind a concrete pillar in his private parking garage. The older one pushed her baby sister toward him and whispered, “Take her instead of me.”

Cade pulled a crisp manila folder from his jacket and tossed it onto the desk. It slid across the wood, stopping right in front of Vance’s shaking hands.

“In that folder,” Cade explained, “you’ll find documentation detailing twenty-four counts of tax evasion, fraud, illegal property seizures, labor violations, and systematic extortion operating across your seven commercial properties.”

Vance’s hands trembled as he opened the folder. Page after page contained bank transfer records, secret ledger copies, and witness statements from former tenants—all compiled by Cade’s elite investigative team over the last ten hours.

“This... this is impossible,” Vance stammered, sweat breaking out across his forehead. “You couldn't have gotten these records in one night!”

“I own the private equity firm that bought the mortgage debt on three of your commercial properties three hours ago,” Cade said calmly. “As your primary lender, I exercised my legal right to audit your holdings. And when I found evidence of systemic fraud, I transferred the findings directly to federal prosecutors.”

Vance slammed his hand on the desk, his face turning purple with rage. “You think you can ruin me over two worthless street kids?!”

Marcus instantly stepped forward, taking one quick step that made Vance recoil in fear.

“Watch your mouth, Vance,” Marcus warned softly.

Cade stood up slowly, buttoning his suit jacket. “I’m not just going to ruin you financially, Vance. I’m going to make sure you spend the rest of your natural life inside a maximum-security federal facility.”

“You can’t do this!” Vance yelled, his voice cracking with desperation. “I’ll fight you in court! I’ll hire the best lawyers in the state!”

“With what money?” Cade asked, looking down at him with quiet contempt. “Your personal accounts were frozen twenty minutes ago. Your properties are under federal asset forfeiture. By noon today, you won't even be able to afford a public defender.”

Vance collapsed back into his chair, breathing heavily, realization finally dawning on him. He wasn't fighting another neighborhood landlord or an impoverished tenant. He was fighting an economic powerhouse with endless resources and zero mercy.

“What do you want from me?” Vance whispered, completely broken.

Cade stepped right up to the edge of the desk, leaning down until he was inches from Vance’s terrified face.

“First, you will sign a full confession detailing your crimes against Sarah Miller and her daughters,” Cade instructed coldly. “Second, you will relinquish any and all fraudulent legal claims to guardianship over Lily and Maya. And third... you will sign over the title of the residential building where Sarah Miller lived to a charitable trust I have created for her daughters.”