Chapter 18 - FACE TO FACE WITH THE MASTERMIND
The elevator doors opened directly into a vast, sunlit room overlooking the breathtaking panorama of the snow-capped Alps.
Sitting in a motorized leather armchair near the fireplace was Harrison Sterling, hooked up to minor oxygen tubes but looking intensely alert.
"You always did possess your grandfather's stubborn courage, Eleanor," Harrison said, his voice echoing off the hardwood walls.
"And you always possessed my grandfather's stolen fortune, Harrison," Eleanor replied, stepping closer to his chair.
"Carter was too stupid to see your potential," Harrison chuckled softly, taking a slow breath. "He thought women were meant to be accessories."
"I am nobody's accessory," Eleanor declared coldly, setting a legal document onto his glass coffee table.
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"This is an international freezing order issued by the Swiss Federal Court," she added. "Your offshore accounts in Geneva are officially dead."
Harrison’s confident smile faltered slightly as he looked down at the official red wax seal stamped onto the legal document.
