Chapter 8 - THE Greenwich ESTATE
Twenty minutes later, a fleet of three bulletproof black SUVs pulled through the grand wrought-iron gates of a secluded estate in Greenwich, Connecticut.
The massive stone mansion sat atop a rolling hill, surrounded by forty acres of private woodland and high-security fencing.
Inside the warm, firelit study, Willow sat on a plush leather sofa, wrapped in a soft cashmere blanket provided by the housekeeper.
Alexander handed her a mug of hot chamomile tea, sitting down in the armchair beside her with a look of deep paternal warmth.
"Are you hurt anywhere else, Willow?" Alexander asked gently, his cold demeanor completely melting in front of his child.
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"Only my pride, Daddy," Willow whispered, offering a faint, courageous smile. "I can't believe I wasted three years of my life with him."
"He was a snake, my dear," Alexander stated firmly. "And tomorrow morning, Wall Street will watch his snake pit burn to the ground."
