Chapter 6
Eleanor froze in the center of the hallway, her emerald green silk blouse feeling suddenly like a straitjacket restricting her breath.
"That's... that's impossible," Eleanor stammered, rushing toward the study console where the primary financial terminal was housed.
She slammed her manicured fingers against the mahogany keyboard, attempting to access their primary family holding account in New York.
The screen flashed a violent, glaring crimson banner: ACCOUNT TERMINATED. PERMANENT LIQUIDATION IN PROGRESS.
"Everything... all of it is gone," Eleanor whispered, her knees buckling as she caught herself against the edge of the antique desk.
Logan walked slowly into the study, his expression completely blank, drained of all arrogance and youthful entitlement.
"He didn't just strip my corporate shares, Mother," Logan said softly, staring blankly out the reinforced window at the empty driveway.
"He systematically dismantled every single generation of our family's financial security before we even reached the front door."
Far away from the crumbling suburban mansion, the armored Lincoln Navigator cruised smoothly along the private highway toward the Manhattan skyline.
Clara sat comfortably in the spacious backseat, gently resting her hand against her abdomen as she felt the reassuring kick of her baby.
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She turned her gaze toward her father, who sat quietly beside her reading a classified intelligence dossier on an encrypted tablet.
"Thank you, Dad," Clara said, her voice carrying a deep, heartfelt gratitude that cut through the silence of the cabin.
