Chapter 19
Later that afternoon, a pristine black courier envelope arrived at the estate front gates via priority federal delivery.
Clara picked it up from the marble foyer console, noticing it bore no return address except an embossed red wax seal.
She walked into the quiet study, sitting down at the heavy oak desk before breaking the wax seal open.
Inside lay a single sheet of heavy parchment paper written in elegant, flowing fountain pen ink.
She unfolded the paper, her emerald eyes scanning the handwritten message as a cold chill ran down her spine.
Dear Mrs. Vance,
You successfully crushed our regional branch and outmaneuvered our domestic assets.
But the global financial board of Apex Global is much larger than you can possibly imagine.
We gave your ex-husband everything he wanted, and we can take away everything you love with a single keystroke.
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Enjoy your victory in Connecticut today.
Because tomorrow morning, the global monetary reset begins, and your family's entire dynasty will be erased from history.
