Chapter 19 - The London Deed
The grey sedan tore down the highway toward the Connecticut estate at dangerous speeds.
Clara kept her hands glued to the steering wheel, her mind racing through every memory of her childhood.
"If your father owns Vanguard Assets," Mark said from the passenger seat, "then he owns fifty percent of the housing development rights across the entire state."
"He doesn't just own housing rights, Mark," Clara realized with terrifying clarity.
"He owns the secondary debt notes on Sterling Logistics."
They pulled up to the estate gates, finding two unmarked black sedans parked across the driveway entrance.
A tall man in a tailored navy trench coat stood near the stone pillars, holding a gold-tipped walking cane.
His silver hair was combed back neatly, and a thick scar ran from his left jaw down to his collar.
As Clara stepped out of her car, the man turned slowly, his sharp blue eyes locking onto her face with chilling familiarity.
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"Hello, Clara," the old man said, his voice smooth, refined, and entirely devoid of remorse. "You have your mother's habit of making dramatic entrances."
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