Chapter 506
Chapter 506:
That promise had consumed twenty years of his existence. He had given up relationships, career advancement, personal happiness—everything sacrificed on the altar of revenge against Victoria Kane.
The Guardian had studied her company, her associates, her weaknesses. He had built a network of contacts and resources spanning multiple countries. He had created false identities and elaborate schemes, all leading to this moment when Victoria Kane would finally face consequences for her crimes.
And it had all been for nothing.
His computer chimed with another alert. The Guardian turned back to his screens, hoping for some sign that his plan could still be salvaged. Instead, he found news articles with headlines that made his blood boil:
“Kane Industries CEO Vindicated in Historical Legal Challenge”
“New Evidence Clears Victoria Kane of Factory Death Allegations”
“Meridian Technologies Founder Responsible for Safety Violations, Court Documents Reveal.”
The Guardian read each article with growing disbelief. Not only had his false evidence been blocked, but whoever had interfered had somehow obtained and published the real court records from the Meridian Technologies case. Records that made Richard Pierce look like a negligent criminal and Victoria Kane look like an innocent victim of false accusations.
“Twenty years,” he said aloud, his voice cracking with emotion. “Fifteen years of my life wasted because of some hacker with a conscience.”
But even as despair threatened to overwhelm him, the Guardian felt his rage hardening into something colder and more dangerous. If he couldn’t destroy Victoria Kane with lies, he would find another way. If the legal system wouldn’t punish her for her crimes, he would deliver justice personally.
He opened a different computer program, one that tracked the locations of cell phones registered to Kane Industries employees. Victoria Kane’s device showed she was still at Mount Sinai Hospital, probably surrounded by security and family members who thought they had won this battle.
They were wrong.
The Guardian pulled up building schematics for the hospital, studying entry points and security protocols. He accessed employee databases, looking for anyone who might provide access to restricted areas. He reviewed delivery schedules, maintenance routines, and visiting hour regulations.
If Victoria Kane thought she was safe in that hospital bed, she was about to learn how wrong she could be.
His phone rang. The display showed Alexander’s number.
“The news articles,” Alexander said without preamble. “They’re saying my uncle was responsible for the factory deaths. They’re saying Victoria Kane was—”
“I won’t let you escape now.”
He turned off the computer monitors, plunging the office into darkness except for the city lights filtering through the windows. “One way or another, Victoria Kane, you won’t escape my wrath. I promised that fifteen years ago, and I keep my promises.”
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