Chapter 15 - LORD STERLING ARRIVES
The following afternoon, a private Gulfstream jet landed at JFK International Airport under dark, rainy skies.
Lord Julian Sterling stepped off the aircraft wearing a bespoke charcoal suit, surrounded by four bulky private security guards.
He was a tall, silver-haired man of seventy-five, radiating an aura of absolute, untouchable aristocratic power.
A sleek black limousine picked him up directly on the tarmac, driving him straight toward Vanderbilt Corporate headquarters.
Inside the 50th-floor executive suite, Clara sat waiting behind the massive glass desk, surrounded by federal agents.
The boardroom doors opened, and Lord Sterling walked inside with an arrogant, disdainful smirk on his face.
"So... you are the little middle-class girl who put my sister in an ankle monitor," Lord Sterling sneered in a British accent.
Clara didn't stand up, resting her elbows on the desk with a cool, unshakeable gaze that matched his own.
"Take a seat, Lord Sterling. Federal agents are currently raiding your subsidiary offices in Wall Street," Clara informed him smoothly.
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Lord Sterling's smirk vanished instantly, his icy blue eyes narrowing into slits of pure, lethal anger.
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