“You have five minutes to leave before he wakes up.” The warning came from a man with a broken nose, a tailored black suit, and one hand resting under his jacket.

The heavy doors slammed against the interior walls, vibrating the glass windows.

Every single executive in the room leapt to their feet in absolute shock. Papers fluttered into the air like white feathers.

Vincent, who was holding a fountain pen over his own signature line, froze mid-air. The color drained out of his cheeks so fast he looked as gray as Gabriel had twenty-four hours earlier.

"What... what is..." Vincent stammered, his hand shaking violently, dropping the gold pen onto the mahogany table.

Gabriel strode into the room. He didn't rush. Each strike of his silver-headed cane against the marble border echoed like the ticking of an executioner's clock.

Behind him walked Luca, and beside him walked Nora, her arms folded serenely across her chest, watching the drama unfold with a cool, detached professionalism.

"I hear you were holding a vote for my chair, Vincent," Gabriel said, his deep, resonant baritone filling every corner of the vast room.

"Gabriel..." Vincent gasped, stumbling backward until his knees hit his leather executive chair. "You... you were... Dr. Vale said..."

"Dr. Vale lied," Gabriel interrupted smoothly, stopping right at the head of the table, towering over his younger cousin. "Just as he lied when he placed a toxic military capsule in my spine three weeks ago under your direct instructions."

Gasps of horror erupted across the boardroom.

"That's absurd!" Vincent shrieked, his voice breaking into a pathetic panic. "He's insane! The fever has destroyed his mind! Security! Throw him out!"

No security came. The doors were guarded by Luca’s loyal men.

Nora stepped forward calmly, raising her medical tablet and pressing a button. The room's grand presentation screen immediately lit up, flashing images of the titanium capsule Nora had pulled from Gabriel's back, followed by high-resolution scans of the wire transfers from Vincent's accounts to Dr. Vale’s Swiss bank.

"These digital records were verified two hours ago by the Federal Bureau of Investigation's medical fraud unit," Nora announced, her voice clear, articulate, and completely commanding the attention of every billionaire in the room. "The chemical footprint on the extracted capsule matches the batch ordered by Dr. Vale’s clinic, paid for directly by Mr. Vincent Moretti’s private account."

Vincent looked at the screen, then looked at Nora.

"Who the hell are you?!" Vincent screamed at her, his face contorting in rage. "You're just a damn nurse! A nobody!"

Gabriel’s cane slammed down against the mahogany table with enough force to split the wood.

"Speak to her like that again, Vincent, and I won't wait for the police to take you out of this building," Gabriel growled, his body leaning over the table, his dark eyes burning with an intense, lethal flame.

Vincent shrank back, sweating profusely, tears of terror welling in his eyes.

Two federal agents in dark suits entered through the open boardroom doors, accompanied by uniformed Chicago police officers.

"Vincent Moretti," the lead agent declared, producing a pair of handcuffs. "You are under arrest for attempted murder, conspiracy, and corporate fraud."

Vincent looked around the room frantically, but every single board member turned their backs on him in disgust. As the officers roughly grabbed his arms and dragged him toward the elevator, Vincent glared at Nora with pure, unadulterated hatred.

"You ruined everything, you fat bitch!" Vincent spat as he was shoved through the doors.

Gabriel made a sudden, aggressive move toward the door, his eyes turning wild with rage, but Nora’s small, steady hand gently touched his forearm.

"Mr. Moretti," Nora said softly, her touch surprisingly warm against his tense muscle. "Your heart rate is spiking again. Don't waste your energy on garbage."