Chapter 17 - The Geneva Assembly
Four weeks later, I stepped out of a private jet onto the rain-slicked tarmac of the Geneva International Airport in Switzerland.
I was dressed in a tailored charcoal suit, accompanied by Victoria, David, and a team of international corporate strategists.
The annual Vanguard global summit was held at a historic castle overlooking Lake Geneva, surrounded by high-level security.
As I walked into the grand ballroom, hundreds of international investors and board members stood up to applaud my arrival.
However, sitting at the center of the front row was Arthur Sterling, an eighty-year-old man with piercing silver eyes and a cane.
Sitting right beside him, wearing a high-end designer suit bought with Sterling money, was none other than Julian Vance.
Julian looked up at me, his face showing a mix of deep shame and a newly discovered, dangerous ambition.
"Welcome to Geneva, Evelyn," Arthur Sterling said, his voice echoing smoothly across the quiet ballroom.
"I believe you remember my grandson, Julian."
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I froze in place, my mind racing as the missing pieces of a terrifying, decade-long puzzle suddenly clicked together.
Julian wasn't just a random mama's boy I met in Manhattan; he was Arthur Sterling's secret biological grandson.
