Chapter 18
The following morning, Julian sat in his home office, organizing the final estate settlement documents.
The postman arrived, delivering a stack of routine legal mail and corporate updates from New York City.
Julian casually flipped through the envelopes until his eyes landed on a heavy, wax-sealed envelope with no return address.
The envelope was made of expensive, handmade parchment paper, stamped with an unfamiliar crest from London.
Julian felt a sudden, instinctual cold chill run down his spine as he examined the dark red wax seal.
He grabbed a silver letter opener from his desk and carefully sliced open the top of the envelope.
Inside was a single, high-resolution photograph accompanied by a short note written in elegant silver ink.
Julian pulled out the photograph first, his breath catching in his throat as his eyes widened in sudden shock.
The photograph showed a stunning, 30-year-old woman with straight black hair and piercing green eyes, sitting in a luxury vehicle.
She wore a striking emerald green dress—identical in every detail to the dress Eleanor had worn the day of her arrest.
Beside her in the backseat of the vehicle sat an exact duplicate of the pearl earring that had dropped on the hallway floor.
May you like
Julian's hands began to tremble slightly as he flipped the photograph over to read the handwritten note on the back.
The message was brief, calculated, and filled with a chilling, promises of future retribution.
