THE NELSON EMPIRE
Miguel stood tall, a dark smirk showing across his face. “But I can,” he said coldly. “There’s no escape for you today, Edmund. Look around—do you see any of your so-called security personnel? Your thugs?”
Edmund glanced around in desperation, his eyes darting between his brothers, his sons, and the crowd. His face fell as he realized he was trapped, the weight of defeat crushing down on him. “Fine. You win.”
With a shuddering breath, Edmund began to confess, each word filled with shame. “We orchestrated everything—the whole thing was planned from the start,” he began, his voice trembling. “We manipulated the courts, bought out judges, twisted arms with bribes. We made sure that the McGraths lost everything.”
Miguel just watched him calmly, even though there was the
