Chapter 17 - Friedrich’s Mask Shatters
Baron Friedrich Weber set his espresso cup down with a sharp clatter, his eyes narrowing into two slits of pure, lethal hatred as he stared at Mark.
“Who allowed these American impostors into my private estate?!” Friedrich roared in German, pointing a furious finger at Klaus von Bernstorff.
“This man is a fraudulent bastard raised by a low-level American criminal!” Friedrich shrieked, switching to fluent English for the board.
“He has zero legal standing in a German court! Security! Throw them into the river!”
Before Friedrich’s private guards could take a single step, Klaus pulled a high-priority injunction order from his leather briefcase.
“Baron Weber, this order was signed by the Chief Justice of the German High Court in Berlin one hour ago,” Klaus informed him coldly.
“Mark Sterling’s biological DNA has been verified with ninety-nine point nine percent accuracy against Lord Conrad Weber’s official archive.”
“All voting shares held by Weber Global Logistics are frozen until Mark takes his seat as Chairman at noon today.”
The twelve board members looked at each other in utter shock, quickly stepping away from Friedrich’s end of the long oak table.
Friedrich’s face turned a deep, dangerous shade of red as he realized his thirty-year quest to control the ninety-billion-dollar empire was crumbling.
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He glared at me, his eyes landing on one-year-old Ethan, who looked back at him with bright, fearless blue eyes from my arms.
“You think you’ve won, American maid?” Friedrich sneered, his voice dripping with venom. “You have no idea what lies beneath this port.”
