Chapter 20
'Did you really think your grandfather was the only founder of Vance Global, Victoria?' the message read.
'The real owners of the trust never gave Marcus permission to lose our seventy-five percent stake.'
'Marcus didn't escape today to hide from the law.'
'He was extracted so we could use his blood code to unlock the master vault in Zurich.'
'The vault your grandfather hid beneath the Swiss Alps in 1999.'
'Enjoy your little party in New York tonight, my dear.'
'Because by tomorrow morning, the true founders are coming to claim what belongs to us.'
'And your mother's ruby brooch is the second key we need to open the door.'
Victoria stared at the screen, her breath catching in her throat as the cold air of the gallery seemed to drop ten degrees.
She touched the antique ruby brooch on her chest, realizing with a sudden shock that the gem contained a micro-engraved digital chip.
She looked out through the glass window toward the dark street below the museum steps.
A single black sedan with tinted windows sat idling at the curb, its headlights flashing twice in the dark.
Inside the sedan, a figure held up a wine glass, offering a silent, ominous toast toward her window.
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The game she thought she had won sixty seconds ago on the yacht was merely the opening pawn move of a global war.
And the true masterminds behind her family's empire were finally stepping out from the shadows of history.
