Chapter 5 - THE ROLLS-ROYCE ARRIVAL
From the end of the long cobblestone avenue, a pair of brilliant LED headlights sliced through the heavy sheets of rain.
A massive, obsidian Rolls-Royce Phantom glided silently up the incline, its polished chrome grille gleaming in the dark.
Julian frowned, stepping forward to peer through the downpour at the unexpected luxury vehicle approaching their gates.
"Who ordered a car at this hour?" Julian muttered under his breath, adjusting his silver tie with sudden unease.
The Rolls-Royce came to a smooth, elegant halt right beside the veranda, blocking the exit entirely.
The heavy privacy glass in the rear passenger window rolled down with a faint mechanical hum.
Arthur Vance sat inside the dimly lit cabin, his charcoal grey suit immaculate and his expression carved from solid granite.
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He did not look at Julian or Vanessa; his piercing gaze locked entirely onto his daughter kneeling in the mud.
"Open the door, driver," Arthur instructed quietly, his voice carrying an unmistakable tone of absolute command.
