Chapter 13 - THE SECRET ALLY
That evening, Eleanor met Detective Marcus Vance at a quiet, high-end steakhouse in Downtown Manhattan.
They sat in a secluded leather booth, away from the prying eyes of society reporters and paparazzi hovering outside.
"The federal prosecutors are asking for twenty years on Carter's corporate tax fraud charges," Marcus reported, taking a sip of his bourbon.
"What about the underlying funds from my grandfather's foundation?" Eleanor asked, cutting into her steak.
"Completely recovered and transferred back into your private trust," Marcus confirmed with a subtle, respectful smile.
Eleanor looked out the rain-streaked window at the bustling neon lights of Broadway, feeling a strange mixture of victory and lingering emptiness.
For five long years, her entire life had revolved around surviving Carter’s emotional neglect and planning this meticulous justice.
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"What will you do now that the empire is finally yours, Eleanor?" Marcus asked gently, watching her face closely.
"Now..." Eleanor paused, her eyes narrowing as her phone illuminated on the white tablecloth with an unlisted call.
