Chapter 9
As the federal agents dragged Julian out of the boardroom, Marcus stepped up beside Charlotte.
"Julian's legal team is already collapsing," Marcus reported. "Evelyn fled her apartment fifteen minutes ago."
"She's heading for the private airfield in Teterboro, New Jersey," Charlotte noted, checking her phone.
"She has a private jet waiting to take her to a non-extradition country in South America."
"Should I have state troopers intercept her on the highway?" Marcus asked.
Charlotte stood up from her chair, buttoning her blazer with deliberate precision.
"No," Charlotte replied, her dark eyes cold as ice.
"I'll deal with Evelyn myself."
Thirty minutes later, a fast black sports car sped through the Lincoln Tunnel toward New Jersey.
Rain lashed against the windshield as Charlotte navigated the wet highway with expert precision.
In her leather tote bag sat the final piece of the puzzle—a confession signed by Julian's private secretary.
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It proved Evelyn had personally paid the hitmen who had attacked Charlotte in the Brooklyn alleyway.
She was not just reclaiming an empire; she was securing justice for every strike against her life.
