Chapter 16 - The Emerald Dress Becomes A Symbol Of Vengeance
Upstairs in her private master suite, Eleanor walked slowly toward the full-length antique dressing mirror.
She stared at her reflection, tracing the sharp lines of her emerald green evening gown with her fingertips.
The dress had done its job tonight, commanding every eye and instilling genuine terror in her enemies.
It was no longer just a piece of designer haute couture; it was the official uniform of her resurrection.
She unzipped the gown carefully, letting it pool around her feet like discarded scales of a mythical serpent.
Slipping into a silk robe, she walked over to her desk where a secure encrypted laptop blinked green.
A notification popped up on the screen: “Encrypted file transfer complete from Marcus Vance.”
She opened the folder, her eyes scanning the itemized lists of illegal wire transfers and tax shelters.
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Richard had hidden over fifty million dollars in phantom subsidiaries designed to defraud shareholders and evade taxes.
The smoking gun she needed to obliterate her ex-husband was finally resting right in the palm of her hand.
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