Chapter 5
Night fell over the Hudson Valley, casting long shadows across the private estate grounds.
Inside his home office, Julian sat at a massive oak desk surrounded by glowing computer monitors and thick legal files.
A private investigator named Marcus sat in a leather armchair opposite him, reviewing a stack of financial statements.
"She transferred four million dollars out of the trust yesterday morning," Marcus reported, tapping a pencil against his knee.
"The money went through a clearing bank in Miami before disappearing into a primary account in the Cayman Islands."
Julian leaned back in his leather chair, steepling his fingers as he digested the information.
"Was my sister's signature forged on the wire authorization?" Julian asked, his voice dripping with icy focus.
"Without a doubt," Marcus confirmed, handing over a high-resolution comparison scan of the signatures.
"She used a digital overlay from a contract signed three years ago in Boston."
Julian closed his eyes for a moment, processing the sheer depth of Eleanor's greed and treachery.
Not only had she plotted to steal the family fortune, but she had also attempted to destroy Clara's life to cover her tracks.
"Where is the secondary account holder located?" Julian inquired, opening his eyes with renewed determination.
"That's where things get complicated," Marcus replied, leaning forward with a grave expression.
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"The Cayman account isn't registered to Eleanor."
"It belongs to a man named Arthur Vance—your father, whom everyone believed died ten years ago."
