Chapter 650
It was as though this tragedy, capable of overturning the entire Sterling family, was merely a routine case for him to verify.
“Ms. Sloan,” someone on the scene recognized Sienna.
Hearing this, Marcus slowly looked up, his gaze sweeping over the woman approaching slowly.
The moment their eyes met, a hint of amusement flashed in his deep gaze—eyes that looked strikingly similar to Richard Sterling’s.
That smile was hidden within his refined features, carrying a kind of mesmerizing allure that made one’s heart race.
“Sienna p>
Marcus spoke first, his voice deep and smooth.
Sienna curled her lips into a polite smile. “Mr. Sterling p>
To be honest, she had rarely interacted with this particular Sterling in the past.
She only knew that he had spent years climbing the political ranks, rarely involved himself in family disputes, and possessed a mild temper but seldom spoke.
Meeting him up close today, she truly realized just how drastically different the three Sterling brothers were in appearance and temperament.
Maloney was warm and generous, his features marked by the steady elegance accumulated over the years.
Inheriting Richard’s imposing presence and Helena’s refinement, he embodied the classic, respectable demeanor of an orthodox eldest son.
Jarred was cold and fierce, his jawline sharp and unyielding, his deep eyes dark and solemn.
He combined the best traits of his parents, striking a balance between lethality and restraint, projecting an aloof, unapproachable aura.
But the Marcus standing before her was entirely different.
Only his deep, obsidian eyes replicated Richard’s innate intensity, bearing the profound depth of an aristocratic patriarch.
Aside from that, there was absolutely no trace of Helena or Richard in him.
Let alone Jarred or Maloney.
Marcus had stunningly handsome features; his facial lines leaned soft without being feminine, and his brows angled slightly upward.
The corners of his eyes had a natural, upward tilt, giving him an air of nonchalant, wicked laziness.
His complexion was a cool, luminous tone, lacking the heavy gravity of his father and brothers, yet adding a touch of flashy brilliance.
His looks were aggressively handsome, yet incredibly deceptive.
It was hard to tell exactly who he inherited his face from.
He broke completely from the traditional Sterling mold, standing out in his own league—stunning beyond belief.
Who would have ever thought that a man with a face like that could be the Capital’s most highly decorated, youngest Major General?
Standing beside her, Thea evaluated Marcus with a calm gaze, her mind quickly putting the pieces together.
Even Marcus, the brother who never meddled in family affairs and barely showed his face, had returned.
The internal chaos within the Sterling family was likely far more terrifying than they knew.
Sienna and Thea exchanged a glance, an unspoken understanding passing between them.
Another police officer picked up the thread. “Mr. Sterling, Ms. Sloan, based on the stress marks across all the fragments, there is one more anomaly
We can confirm that someone manually tweaked the high-pressure fuel line interface prior to takeoff using the high-altitude pressure differential to cause a sudden rupture.
That means someone tampered with the plane before it went down.
The parachute equipment cabin was intentionally emptied, and the signal wire for the emergency locator transmitter was manually severed p>
Sienna stood behind the technician, staring down at the piece of wreckage.
Before she could speak, the messy sound of approaching footsteps echoed from behind.
As the presence drew near, a cold, low voice cut through the air.
“Are you sure the tampering happened before takeoff p>
“Captain Sterling!” Several police officers at the scene immediately jumped up and stood at attention.
Jarred stood a short distance away from the pile of debris.
His black jacket was zipped all the way up, his jawline looking exceptionally sharp against the biting sea breeze.
His gaze seemingly drifted past Sienna standing opposite him before quickly returning to the wreckage at his feet.
The technician nodded. “Yes, Captain. Judging from the wear patterns, these are static, manual friction marks. It had to be done on the ground p>
Jarred’s eyes narrowed, a cold scoff escaping his lips. “Someone clearly has a death wish p>