Chapter 20 - The Jet Is Waiting In Zurich
I looked down at the heavy iron key sitting on the glass table, feeling a cold, electric wave of adrenaline surging through my veins.
The betrayal I had suffered at the hands of the Mercer family was merely a small, distant trial compared to the massive global stage now rising before me.
“The Swiss vault contains two hundred million dollars in maritime equity, Clara,” Lord Sterling added, standing up slowly from his armchair.
“However, your father’s surviving brother in Geneva has recently filed fraudulent papers to claim those shares for himself.”
“He believes you are just a soft American businesswoman who knows nothing about European corporate warfare.”
I picked up the heavy iron key, holding its cold metal firmly in my palm as a slow, dangerous smile spread across my lips.
“Where is the flight leaving from, Lord Sterling?” I asked softly.
“ Dulles International, Tarmac 3,” the old man replied with a sharp, approving grin. “Your private jet is ready.”
I turned to my assistant, handing her my evening purse while keeping the iron key locked in my coat pocket.
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“Cancel my morning meetings, David,” I instructed my attorney as we walked toward the exit.
“It’s time to show my uncle what happens when a Vance comes to collect her inheritance.”
