Chapter 18

"Your father didn't build his empire alone, Victoria; he made a blood pact with us decades ago to secure his fortune."
The voice paused, accompanied by a low, vibrating cinematic bass tone that seemed to physically rattle the phone speaker.
"And now, the real owners of Vance Global have returned to collect the debt that your arrogant family owes us."
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The billboards in Times Square suddenly flared back to life, all displaying the exact same terrifying symbol—a black, inverted crown.
Victoria gripped the phone so tightly her knuckles turned white, her mind racing to calculate a defense against a ghost.