Chapter 21 - The Confrontation in Boston
Before Charles Sterling was transported to the federal holding facility, Connor requested five minutes inside the secure holding vehicle.
Connor walked into the back of the transport van, sitting across from the handcuffed, disheveled old man.
Charles looked up, a bitter, arrogant sneer curling his thin lips despite his physical defeat.
"Well, well... the golden boy of the Vance empire," Charles sneered raspy. "I see Beatrice finally cracked under pressure."
"You sold me like livestock twenty-eight years ago, Charles," Connor said, his voice terrifyingly calm and steady.
"And you poisoned my wife's childhood while stealing millions from my family's legacy."
Charles let out a dark, raspy laugh. "You think you're so smart, Connor? You don't know half of what happened in Richmond."
"What are you talking about?" Connor asked, narrowing his eyes in sharp suspicion.
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"I didn't just sell you to Beatrice," Charles whispered leaning forward, his eyes glinting with malicious delight.
"Eleanor didn't have twin boys... she had triplets."
