Chapter 15 - Eleanor Plots Her Revenge From The Master Suite
Back inside the massive mansion, Eleanor sat alone in the dimly lit master suite on the second floor.
Her crimson red evening suit felt heavy and restrictive as she paced furiously across the imported rug.
“He thinks he can strip me of my legacy? He thinks a red-haired nobody can defeat a Vance?” she hissed.
She reached for her smartphone on the mahogany nightstand, dialing her personal corporate attorney immediately.
“Listen to me very carefully; I want every asset frozen, every trust revoked, and every credit card canceled by dawn,” she ordered.
A flat, robotic voice on the other end of the line delivered news that shattered her final defense.
“I'm sorry, Mrs. Vance, but master account privileges were transferred to Daniel's secure login twenty minutes ago,” the lawyer replied.
Eleanor dropped the phone from her ear, the device clattering loudly against the wooden bedside table.
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Her hands flew to her face as a choked, desperate sob broke through her carefully maintained composure.
The empire she had sacrificed her soul to build had been legally ripped from her hands by her own son.
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