Chapter 19
I dropped the phone onto the leather seat, my mind spinning into complete, utter chaos.
My grandfather, the man who had supposedly left me his fortune and taught me the value of remaining hidden...
...was alive, and he was quietly moving to take back the multi-billion-dollar empire he had created.
The car pulled up to the grand gates of my Greenwich estate, the heavy iron bars swinging open automatically.
Standing on the front porch under the glowing lantern light was a tall, elder gentleman holding a silver walking stick.
He wore a bespoke double-breasted suit, his white hair styled immaculately, a quiet smile on his face.
Beside him stood three senior board members who had sworn absolute loyalty to me just months ago.
My driver stopped the car, stepping out to open my door with a nervous, shaking hand.
I stepped out onto the damp driveway, holding my head high as I faced the man who had orchestrated my entire life.
“Welcome home, Clara,” my grandfather said, his deep voice echoing across the courtyard like thunder.
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“You proved you could handle a foolish husband, my dear...”
“...now let’s see if you can handle the man who gave you everything.”
