Chapter 4 - Isabel Walks Out Of The Grand Ballroom With Grace
Isabel pushed open the heavy mahogany double doors, stepping out into the cool, quiet night air of Manhattan.
A sleek black limousine idling at the curb flashed its headlights as her personal chauffeur stepped out quickly.
“Good evening, Ms. Kensington,” the driver greeted respectfully, holding the rear door wide open for her.
Isabel slid into the plush leather interior, her royal sapphire-blue silk gown settling smoothly around her ankles.
She pulled a velvet-lined tablet from her briefcase, swiping across the screen to view the real-time financial dashboards.
Every single asset belonging to the Vance family had successfully transferred into her private investment trust portfolio.
The multi-billion-dollar hostile takeover had taken three years of meticulous planning, execution, and absolute silence.
“Drive to the downtown office tower, Thomas,” Isabel instructed smoothly, closing the tablet with a soft snap.
The limousine glided away from the curb into the glittering city traffic, leaving Julian’s ruined life far behind.
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She had won the war before Julian even realized they were playing two entirely different games.
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