Chapter 21
Ten years later, the Vance estate stood as magnificent and imposing as ever, its gardens blooming with vibrant roses.
Fifteen-year-old Leo Vance stood in front of the grand foyer mirror, adjusting the collar of his sharp navy blue blazer.
He was tall, confident, and carried himself with the quiet, authoritative grace of a true future patriarch.
Arthur, now seventy years old, walked slowly down the sweeping staircase, leaning lightly on a polished wooden cane.
"You look sharp, kid," Arthur said approvingly, stopping at the bottom step to look at his grandson.
"Thanks to you, Grandpa," Leo replied with a warm smile, handing Arthur his gold-rimmed reading glasses.
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"Are you ready for your first day heading the youth foundation board meeting?"
"Born ready," Leo stated firmly, echoing the exact same quiet confidence his grandfather had taught him.
