Chapter 16
Three years passed in an unbroken era of massive financial prosperity, absolute peace, and deep domestic tranquility for the Vance family. Richard remained locked away in a concrete cell in Florence, Colorado, his name entirely forgotten by the fast-moving American public.
Victoria was serving her time quietly, completely erased from the elite social circles that had once worshiped her false, stolen wealth. Sarah’s son grew into a bright, energetic toddler, completely unaware of the massive, explosive drama that had surrounded his birth.
On a crisp autumn afternoon, Sarah was hosting a high-profile charity gala at a prestigious, brightly lit hotel in downtown Manhattan. It was the exact same hotel lobby where she had delivered the sharp, controlled slap that altered the course of history forever.
She stood near the grand entrance, wearing a stunning midnight blue evening gown, greeting philanthropists and politicians with graceful charm. A reporter approached her respectfully, lowering his camera out of deep reverence for the powerful woman standing before him.
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"Ms. Vance, looking back at the incident that occurred in this very lobby, do you have any lingering regrets?" the reporter asked carefully. Sarah paused briefly before speaking, her slow eye movements reflecting a profound, absolute certainty in her past actions.
"I regret nothing; sometimes a single spark is required to burn down a rotten foundation and build a true empire," Sarah answered quietly.
