CHAPTER 470: THE FINAL PLAN

Lauretta paced the length of the small, dimly lit room, her anxiety palpable. Stanley sat at the wooden table, tapping his fingers rhythmically, a habit that had started in childhood. Lorenzo, leaning against the wall, had a calm confidence, but his eyes had tension. Their father, Gabriel, a stoic man with a deeply furrowed brow, watched his children with a look of concern. "This has to be it," Lauretta said, her voice barely above a whisper, though it resonated with zeal. "We can't let Alexander get away this time." George nodded, the tap-tap-tap of his fingers stopping abruptly. "We've gathered enough evidence. His entire network, every bribe, every illegal deal. It's all documented." Lorenzo pushed off from the wall, crossing his arms over his chest. "But going to the media... we're poking a bear. Alexander won't go down without a fight." Stanley leaned forward, his hands clasped on the table. "That's why we need to be strategic. We can't just dump everything at once. We need to