Chapter 4 - The Drive to Queens
The long, obsidian-black Maybach pulled away from the Manhattan skyscraper, gliding smoothly through the congested afternoon traffic toward Queens.
Inside the quiet leather interior, Lily sat on the plush rear seat, holding a crystal glass of apple juice provided by Arthur.
Edward sat beside her, his tailored charcoal three-piece suit contrasting sharply with her faded lavender knit cardigan.
"What is your full name, little angel?" Edward asked gently, keeping his voice as tender as humanly possible.
"Lily Vance," the little girl answered, taking a small sip of juice before looking out the tinted window at the passing bridges.
"Mommy said my daddy went to heaven before I was born, and that my grandfather was a very busy man who didn't want us."
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Edward closed his eyes tightly as a knife of pure guilt twisted deep inside his ribs.
Seven years ago, Victoria had presented forged bank transfers proving Grace had embezzled forty million dollars from Vance Global Financial before vanishing into thin air.
