Chapter 7 - Confronting the Cold Family Council
Miles away, inside Stallone’s secure mountain lodge, a roaring fire cast warm amber light across rustic wooden beams.
Olivia had finally fallen asleep on the large leather sofa, wrapped tightly in a thick cashmere blanket.
Stallone sat at the heavy oak desk across the room, staring at an old leather-bound family ledger opened before him.
His associate walked in quietly, placing a hot cup of black coffee beside his hand without saying a word.
“The estate’s legal team has already filed a preemptive custody inquiry, just as you suspected they would,” the associate reported.
Stallone took a slow sip of his coffee, his eyes fixed on a faded photograph tucked inside the ledger’s yellowed pages.
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“Eleanor never changes; she thinks every human being is just a piece on a chessboard she controls,” Stallone murmured.
“What’s our next move against her?” the associate asked, leaning against the edge of the stone fireplace mantle.
