Chapter 16 - Confronting The Mastermind Who Faked The Fatal Fire
Eleanor walked into the grand penthouse office at Vance Global headquarters where Arthur sat behind his mahogany desk.
Arthur looked up, adjusting his gold-rimmed glasses with an arrogant, dismissive smirk playing across his wrinkled face.
“Eleanor, where have you been playing hide-and-seek with that street child while corporate stocks are fluctuating?” Arthur scolded.
Eleanor stepped forward, slamming the federal indictment papers and Clara’s diary down onto the center of his polished desk.
“The game is over, Father,” Eleanor stated in a terrifyingly calm voice that echoed off the floor-to-ceiling glass windows.
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Arthur glanced down at the documents, the arrogant smirk vanishing instantly as his face turned the color of ash.
“You... you found her,” Arthur whispered hoarsely, his hands trembling as he reached toward his desk drawer for a hidden phone.
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