Chapter 29 - THE GHOST FROM THE PAST
A smooth, aristocratic female voice spoke through the phone speaker, carrying an accent that was unmistakably British and deeply familiar.
"Hello, Eleanor... you did a magnificent job cleaning up my brother Harrison's mess," the voice spoke smoothly.
Eleanor froze, her glass of lemonade slipping slightly in her grip as her breath hitched violently in her throat.
"Who was that?" Marcus asked, immediately standing up and reaching for his secure tracking tablet.
"That voice..." Eleanor whispered, her face turning as pale as white silk. "That was my grandmother, Victoria Sterling."
"Victoria Sterling died forty years ago in a boating accident off the coast of Capri," Marcus stated in total confusion.
"That's what Harrison told the world," Eleanor said, her mind racing through decades of family history.
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"She didn't die," Eleanor realized with terrifying clarity. "She faked her death and left the country with the primary patent deeds."
Marcus’s tablet beeped rapidly, indicating a newly delivered physical package at the front gate of the Hamptons estate.
