Chapter 4 - The Elevator Opens To Reveal A Long-Dead Enemy
Before Eleanor could demand the name of the traitor, the polished brass doors of the private elevator chimed softly.
The heavy metal panels slid open with a smooth, silent motion, revealing a dimly lit interior lined with polished mahogany.
Stepping out from the shadows of the car was a tall, silver-haired man wearing an immaculate charcoal-gray tuxedo suit.
Eleanor froze, the blood draining completely from her face as she stared at the figure standing mere feet away from her.
It was Richard Sterling—the man declared legally dead in a fiery private jet crash over the Atlantic Ocean ten years ago.
A chilling, triumphant smile crept across Richard’s weathered face as he adjusted his platinum cufflinks with absolute poise.
“Good evening, Eleanor... did you really think a simple plane crash could keep me away from my rightful inheritance?” Richard mocked.
Lucas stepped forward instantly, shielding Eleanor with his broad shoulders while two security agents flanked his sides.
“You’re trespassing in a private Manhattan residence, Richard; your games ended the moment this clutch was returned,” Lucas warned.
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Richard let out a low, mocking laugh that echoed menacingly against the glittering crystal chandeliers of the penthouse ballroom.
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