Mr. Miller's eyes narrowed as he listened to Chuck's account of the attempted attack. "Third Eyed, you say? I'll take care of it." He dialed a number on his phone, his voice cold and calculated. "Daredevil, I need you to handle this situation with Third Eyed. Ensure he understands the gravity of targeting our family."
Daredevil's response was immediate. "Consider it done, sir. I'll send a team to... persuade Third Eyed to reconsider his business decisions."
Mr. Miller nodded, even though Daredevil couldn't see him. "See that it's done discreetly. I don't want any unnecessary attention drawn to our family."
Meanwhile, Chuck sipped his coffee, discussing business strategies with Sandra. Despite the recent threat, he seemed unfazed. Sandra, however, was concerned. "Chuck, maybe you should take some precautions. We don't know who else might be after you."
Chuck smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Don't worry, Sandra. My grandfather has everything under control. Besides, I'm not one to back down from a challenge."
As they worked, Chuck's phone buzzed with an update from his grandfather's team. He glanced at the screen, his expression unreadable.
On the other side of town, Louis and Allison sat in their dimly lit living room, staring at each other nervously. "The call got disconnected," Louis said. "We need to know if Third Eyed succeeded."
Allison bit her lip. "Maybe we should try to contact him again? Or find another way to... eliminate Chuck?"
Louis's expression turned calculating. "I have an idea. Let's reach out to some of our... associates. See if they can provide more... motivation for Third Eyed."
Allison's eyes sparkled with understanding. "You mean, offer him more money?"
Louis nodded. "Exactly. And if that doesn't work, we might need to consider more... creative solutions."
Unbeknownst to them, Third Eyed was already planning his next move. His face twisted in anger as he received the news about his associates' failure. "Incompetence! Find out who those bodyguards were and eliminate them." He slammed his fist on the desk, making his associates flinch.
One of them spoke up, "Sir, we identified the bodyguards. They're part of Mr. Miller's security team. We wouldn't recommend—"
Third Eyed cut him off. "I don't pay you to recommend. I pay you to execute. Get me Daredevil's file. I want to know everything about him."
As his associates scrambled to comply, Third Eyed's mind turned to the possibilities. This wasn't just about Chuck Cannon anymore; it was about taking down the entire Miller empire.
The game was on.