Chapter 15 - Inside Westminster Hall
The historic stone arches of Westminster Hall echoed with classical violin music and the polite laughter of European high society.
Over two hundred elite judges, diplomats, and international aristocrats wandered the floor in formal black-tie attire.
Khloe walked down the central aisle, her presence commanding immediate attention as guests whispered her name in hushed tones.
Standing near the grand fireplace was Chief Justice Sir Reginald Croft—a distinguished seventy-year-old man with silver hair and cold blue eyes.
Sir Reginald was the head of the judicial committee and the primary legal advisor to the British Crown.
As Khloe approached, Sir Reginald turned his head, a smooth, practiced aristocratic smile appearing on his face.
“Ah, Mrs. Vance,” Sir Reginald spoke with a smooth British accent, holding out his hand. “The famous American financial miracle.”
“We were deeply saddened to hear about your husband’s unfortunate legal troubles in New York.”
Khloe took his hand briefly, looking into his cold eyes with absolute, unyielding emotional detachment.
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“My husband’s troubles weren't unfortunate, Sir Reginald,” Khloe said softly. “They were long overdue.”
“Just like the audit of Vault 902 at the Bank of England.”
