Taming My Sugar Mommy
Chapter 70: Confrontation

Chapter 70: Confrontation

Inside, Marcus had retrieved a length of cable from a nearby shelf and was wrapping it around Christina’s wrists. "When they find you, you’ll have had an unfortunate accident. Happens sometimes in old buildings—faulty wiring, poor lighting."

Christina fought through the pain, struggling against his restraints. "They’ll know it was you."

"Will they?" Marcus smiled coldly. "The security logs will show I was conducting rounds on the executive floor. No cameras down here to say otherwise."

The door suddenly burst open, wood splintering around the lock as Liam crashed through. He took in the scene in an instant—Christina on the floor, face bloodied, Marcus kneeling over her with the cable.

Marcus reacted immediately, abandoning Christina to face the new threat. He rushed at Liam with the confidence of someone accustomed to physical confrontation.

But Liam was no amateur himself. He sidestepped the initial charge, driving his fist into Marcus’s kidney as he passed. Marcus grunted in pain but recovered quickly, spinning to face Liam in a practiced fighting stance.

"Walk away, Campbell," Marcus warned. "This isn’t your fight."

Christina struggled to sit up, wincing as pain lanced through her ribs. Blood trickled from a cut above her eye where Marcus had struck her, and her wrists were raw from the cable bindings she was working to loosen.

"It became my fight when you attacked my colleague," Liam replied evenly, positioning himself between Marcus and Christina.

Marcus lunged again, this time with more calculation. The two men exchanged blows in the confined space, each movement precise and devastating. When Marcus landed a solid punch that drove Liam back several steps, he used the opportunity to turn and kick Christina viciously in the side as she attempted to rise.

She collapsed with a cry of pain, curling around her injured ribs.

The sight of her fallen form triggered something in Liam. His next series of strikes drove Marcus backward, each blow delivered with cold precision rather than rage. When Marcus pulled a switchblade from his pocket, Liam didn’t hesitate. He caught Marcus’s wrist mid-strike, twisted until the bones snapped with an audible crack, and used the momentum to slam Marcus face-first into a metal storage rack.

Marcus crumpled to the floor, blood streaming from his shattered nose, his wrist bent at an unnatural angle.

Liam knelt quickly beside Christina. "Can you stand?"

She nodded grimly, allowing him to help her to her feet. "My phone," she gasped. "Evidence... of who he’s working with."

Liam retrieved the damaged device. The screen was cracked but still functional. "I’ve got it. Let’s get you out of here first."

Upstairs, Isabella watched her monitors with growing satisfaction as the trap she’d set yielded results. One of her digital tripwires had been triggered—specifically the version of the Singapore acquisition documents that had crossed Marcus’s desk during his security review. The information had been accessed and transmitted to an external server within minutes of being planted.

Isabella pulled up the trace report, confirming the destination IP address. As she suspected, the leaked information hadn’t gone to Davies directly. Instead, it had been routed through a series of proxy servers before landing at a digital drop point linked to a shell company Isabella’s investigators had already flagged—a company with connections far more concerning than Davies.

"Got you," she murmured, initiating the secondary protocol that would allow her team to follow the digital trail back to its source. Her satisfaction turned to concern when an alert flashed on her security monitor—an override code had been used to access the basement storage areas. The camera feeds showed nothing; those had been disabled. But the access log clearly displayed Marcus’s credentials.

Isabella frowned, pulling up the executive floor camera feed. Marcus was supposed to be conducting his rounds there, but the cameras showed no sign of him. She quickly cycled through other feeds, noting that Christina was also missing from her usual station.

Unease coiled in her stomach as she accessed the building’s comprehensive security grid—a system only she and Christina had full access to. The basement cameras had been disabled, but the motion sensors remained active. They showed movement in storage room B-14, multiple heat signatures registering in what should have been an empty space.

Isabella activated her emergency protocol, sending a silent alert to building security to converge on the basement level. Then she headed there herself, taking the private elevator that bypassed all other floors.

When the elevator doors opened to the basement corridor, Isabella heard the commotion before she saw it. The sound of the security team’s footsteps echoed as they rushed toward storage room B-14. She followed quickly, arriving in time to see her guards securing a bloodied and semiconscious Marcus while Liam helped an injured Christina to her feet.

"Status report," Isabella demanded, her voice cutting through the chaos.

"Marcus is compromised," Christina managed, wincing with each breath. "I recorded him arranging for someone to access restricted areas while you were in your board call. He attacked me when he realized I was recording."

Isabella’s eyes narrowed as she took in Christina’s battered face and the way she held her ribs. "Get medical down here now," she ordered one of the guards.

"Already called," the man confirmed.

Isabella turned her attention to Marcus, who was being hauled to his feet by two security officers. "So the trap worked," she said coldly. "You took the bait."

Marcus grimaced, blood from his broken nose staining his teeth as he attempted a defiant smile. "You have no idea what you’re dealing with, Isabella. This goes beyond corporate espionage."

"Who are you working for?" Isabella demanded. "Davies?"

Marcus laughed, a wet, gurgling sound. "Davies is nothing. A pawn, just like the rest of us."

"Take him to containment," Isabella instructed her team. "Level three protocols. No outside contact."

As the guards began moving Marcus toward the elevator, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed from the stairwell at the far end of the corridor. The fire door burst open, and three police officers entered, weapons drawn.

"Police! Everyone freeze!" the lead officer shouted.

Isabella stepped forward, maintaining her composure. "I’m Isabella Ashworth. This is my building. We’ve apprehended a security breach."

The officer holstered his weapon and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. He approached Isabella directly, ignoring Marcus and the security team.

"Isabella Ashworth," he said formally, "you are under arrest."