Chapter 1
Inside the white luxury car, Victoria ended the call with a sterile click, her face illuminated by the passing neon lights of Manhattan.
She did not shed a single tear; instead, a cold, calculating fire ignited deep within her dark eyes as the vehicle sped downtown.
Back in the penthouse, the heavy silence was shattered by the sudden, synchronized arrival of four armed private security contractors.
They stepped off the private elevator, their black tactical suits a stark contrast to the modern, brightly lit high-rise interior.
David stood frozen in his light grey suit, the burgundy tie suddenly feeling like a tightening noose around his neck.
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Margaret let out a shrill gasp, clutching her wine-stained champagne silk blouse as if to protect herself from the sudden intrusion.
"Mr. Sterling, Mrs. Sterling, you have exactly two minutes to vacate the premises," the lead security officer announced with zero emotion.
