The Rodriguez mansion looked like a battlefield the next morning.
Broken glass covered parts of the entrance hall.
Security guards moved constantly throughout the property.
Police vehicles remained parked outside the gates while investigators questioned workers and staff members.
Nobody slept properly after the attack.
Especially not Jordan Rodriguez.
He had spent the entire night inside his office reviewing security footage repeatedly.
Searching for mistakes.
Weaknesses.
Anything.
Because one thought continued replaying inside his mind endlessly—
The attacker grabbed Maureen Green.
And for one terrifying second—
Jordan genuinely thought he might lose her.
That realization unsettled him more than bullets ever could.
Inside the office, several security monitors played silentl
