Chapter 7 - The DNA Secret**
Julian stared at the older woman, feeling the entire foundation of his life crumbling beneath his feet.
“You were a federal agent?” Julian asked, taking a step backward. “You’ve been cleaning my floors for six years!”
“I was assigned to protect the Vance family secret before you were even married to Pamela,” Clara explained, pulling a key from her apron pocket.
She walked over to the third unconscious guard, unzipping his tactical vest to pull a secure satellite phone from his pocket.
“Pamela isn't acting alone, Julian,” Clara continued, typing a swift sequence into the phone keypad. “She’s working directly for Howard Sterling.”
Julian froze at the mention of the name.
Howard Sterling was his late father’s fiercest corporate rival—a man who had officially died in a plane crash three years ago.
“Howard is dead,” Julian stated firmly.
“Howard is very much alive,” Clara countered, turning the phone screen toward Julian.
Displayed on the glowing screen was a live security feed of a private airstrip in Teterboro, New Jersey.
Standing near a sleek private jet was a grey-haired man in a trench coat, talking directly to Pamela.
Beside them on a luggage cart was a metal cooler bearing the logo of a private genetic research lab in Boston.
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“They don't want the mansion, Julian,” Clara revealed, her eyes burning with terrifying clarity. “They want Leo’s blood.”
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