Chapter 6
Back at the Sterling estate, the grand foyer felt unusually cavernous and cold now that Victoria was gone. Julian paced back and forth across the marble floor, his polished leather shoes clicking with frantic energy.
"Call corporate legal first thing in the morning," Julian ordered sharply, glaring at his mother who remained seated on the velvet accent bench. "I want every asset she ever managed audited and locked down immediately."
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Martha touched her pearls nervously, her expression shadowed with uncharacteristic doubt. "Are you certain this won't backfire, Julian? Victoria was never just a trophy wife; she restructured our entire portfolio during the federal investigation last year."
"She was a ghostwriter for my success, nothing more," Julian snapped, waving his hand dismissively. "Without my name and my bank accounts, she's defenseless."
