Chapter 9 - The Security Chief Was the Real Traitor—and He Had Controlled the Mansion for YearsDaniel Reed.
Head of Rossi security.
Trusted by Lorenzo.
Trusted by everyone.
He had protected the mansion for twelve years.
Which meant he had access to everything.
Every camera.
Every gate.
Every weapon.
Every schedule.
Every secret.
Lorenzo's face became unreadable.
“We don't accuse him yet.”
“Why?”
“Because if he's the real traitor, he's expecting us to suspect him.”
“What do we do?”
“We make him think he won.”
We returned to the mansion.
Security chief Reed greeted us.
“Sir.”
Lorenzo looked at him.
“Status?”
“Everything under control.”
He glanced at me.
“I heard Lily survived.”
“She did.”
“Good.”
Lorenzo smiled.
“Very good.”
Reed left.
I whispered:
“He knew.”
“Yes.”
“He looked at me.”
“I noticed.”
That night, Lorenzo announced a false transfer of the Sullivan Archive.
The information was leaked to Reed.
Within an hour, enemy vehicles appeared near the east gate.
Lorenzo waited.
Nothing happened.
“Maybe we're wrong,” I whispered.
“No.”
“How do you know?”
“Because Reed doesn't need to attack.”
He looked at the mansion blueprint.
“He controls the inside.”
Suddenly all lights went out.
The security system deactivated.
Doors unlocked.
Phones lost signal.
Lorenzo smiled coldly.
“There.”
We moved.
Reed was waiting in the control room.
He stood beside Thomas.
Thomas looked terrified.
Reed held a gun.
“Lorenzo.”
“Daniel.”
“You should have trusted me.”
“I did.”
Reed smiled.
“That was your mistake.”
Lorenzo raised his gun.
“Why?”
“Because your family destroyed mine.”
“What did my father do?”
“Everything.”
Reed looked at me.
“Your father knew.”
“About what?”
“Project Rosa.”
He laughed.
“Your mother created it.”
I froze.
“My mother?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“To protect people from men like Lorenzo's father.”
Lorenzo's face hardened.
“Then why kill her?”
“I didn't.”
Reed's eyes shifted.
“She was taken.”
“By whom?”
“Massimo.”
Thomas suddenly shouted.
“That's a lie!”
Reed shot him.
Thomas collapsed.
Lorenzo fired instantly.
Reed escaped through a hidden door.
I ran to Thomas.
He was bleeding.
“Why did you help him?”
Thomas coughed.
“I didn't.”
“Who did?”
He looked at me.
“Your mother.”
I froze.
“She's alive.”
Lorenzo rushed over.
Thomas whispered:
“She never left.”
Then he died.
My knees nearly gave out.
Lorenzo caught me.
“My mother is alive.”
“Yes.”
“Where?”
He looked at Thomas's hand.
Inside was a folded piece of paper.
An address.
An abandoned lighthouse.
Lorenzo read it.
May you like
Then stared at me.
“She's there.”
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