Chapter 2 - Eleanor's Panic And The Unveiling Of The Will

Eleanor clutched her gold pendant as if it could shield her from the sudden collapse of her entire world. Her breath hitched in her throat as she stared at the official embossed stamp of the Manhattan Probate Court.
"That signature... it belongs to Arthur Vance, the founder himself," Eleanor whispered, her voice trembling with sheer horror. Richard looked frantically between his mother and Elena, refusing to accept what his eyes were seeing.
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