Chapter 3
The double doors of the hotel grand entrance swung open as Evelyn was unceremoniously escorted out onto Fifth Avenue.
Paparazzi flashes immediately lit up the evening rain as reporters swarmed the disgraced heiress.
Inside the lobby, Harrison bowed deeply before Charlotte, his knees trembling.
"Ms. Vance, the penthouse suite is being prepared for you right now," Harrison offered nervously.
"Should I call a private physician to examine your injuries?"
Charlotte lightly touched the bruise on her cheek, feeling the dull throb from where Evelyn's lead enforcer had struck her.
"No," Charlotte replied calmly, picking up her worn leather tote bag.
"Call my private security director, Marcus Vance."
"Tell him to meet me in the penthouse with the forensic audit files from Wall Street."
Harrison nodded frantically, pulling out his internal phone to execute her orders without delay.
Charlotte walked toward the private executive elevator, her black jeans splattered with rainwater.
As the gold elevator doors slid open, she looked back at the grand framed US flag hanging behind the desk.
Her father had built this hotel empire from nothing, dedicating his life to the American dream.
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Evelyn and Julian had tried to destroy everything he left behind, believing Charlotte would never return.
As the elevator ascended to the top floor, Charlotte made a silent vow to dismantle their conspiracy piece by piece.
