Chapter 18
I immediately dialed Marcus Vance on my private line, my voice razor-sharp.
“Marcus, who is buying our voting shares in Zurich?” I demanded.
“We are investigating right now, Clara,” Marcus replied, his voice laced with uncharacteristic anxiety.
“The buyer used twenty different private equity groups to bypass our internal alert threshold.”
“They now hold enough shares to demand an emergency board seat at next week’s annual summit.”
A cold chill ran down my spine as I realized someone had been executing a brilliant, quiet takeover right under my nose.
Whoever was behind this move possessed liquid capital that rivaled my own vast fortune.
“Trace the final wire transfer origin, Marcus!” I ordered firmly. “I want a name before we land in Greenwich!”
“I already traced it, Clara,” Marcus whispered softly into the phone line.
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“The wire transfer originated from a private account registered under your late grandfather’s name.”
“The same grandfather who supposedly died thirty years ago.”
