Chapter 22

That evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, a courier dropped a final, unmarked package onto the estate's front gate.
Ethan brought it inside, cutting the heavy wax seal with a silver letter opener while Chloe put the baby down to sleep.
Inside lay a single photograph of the Swiss Alps, with a handwritten coordinate scribbled on the back in familiar ink.
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Ethan's phone buzzed aggressively on the mahogany table, displaying an incoming satellite call from an unlisted Geneva number.
He stared at the glowing screen for three long seconds, knowing that the war for his family's empire was far from over.