Chapter 5 - The Billionaire Father Enters The Grand Estate Gates
Outside our Bel Air estate, the heavy iron security gates groaned open automatically without any input from the house controls.
A convoy of three black Rolls-Royce Phantoms swept up the winding driveway, their headlights cutting through the darkness.
Adrian stumbled toward the floor-to-ceiling windows of the entrance hall, watching the vehicles come to a synchronized stop.
The rear door of the lead car opened, and an older man with silver hair and an impeccable custom suit stepped out.
It was my father—Arthur Sterling—a man whose name commanded absolute terror in global financial markets.
He didn’t look like a quiet retiree living overseas; he looked like a sovereign king arriving to reclaim his territory.
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Mr. Hart, our head butler, rushed to open the double doors before my father could even raise his hand to knock.
My father walked into the grand foyer, his cold blue eyes instantly locking onto Adrian trembling on the marble floor.
