Chapter 13
Late that night, rain washed over the neon signs of Times Square as Lucas wandered the streets aimlessly.
His tailored grey suit was soaked through, and his silver bowtie was missing entirely.
He had tried to contact five different former Ivy League fraternity brothers, but every single one declined his calls.
His name had become toxic across Manhattan high society within less than thirty-six hours.
He stopped outside the glowing glass entrance of Vella Tower, looking up at the penthouse suite where his sister worked.
Surrounding the entrance were three news vans broadcasting live updates on the impending legal war.
"Lucas!" a reporter yelled, spotting him from across the plaza and rushing over with a camera crew.
"Is it true that your sister has stripped you of all family assets?"
"Are you planning to file for bankruptcy before the SEC investigation concludes?"
Lucas shielded his face from the blinding camera lights, stumbling backward toward the revolving glass doors.
Private security guards immediately stepped outside, blocking his entrance with stern, unyielding postures.
"Let me in!" Lucas screamed at the glass doors, tears mixing with the rainwater streaming down his face.
"Evelyn! Please! Just talk to me for five minutes!" he begged, banging his fists against the reinforced glass.
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From the top floor window, Evelyn stood in shadow, watching her brother's pathetic display on the street below.
She felt no satisfaction, no triumph—only the cold, heavy weight of a family that had destroyed itself through greed.
