Chapter 4: The House of Cards Collapses
Before Cassandra could scream, her phone—and the phones of half a dozen people in her immediate circle—began to ring incessantly.
One by one, the wealthy elites pulled out their devices. Whispers turned into gasps, and gasps turned into outright panic.
"My god..." a prominent real-estate developer muttered, staring at his screen with horror. "Moretti Holdings just lost its primary backing. Their stock is plummeting. They're being delisted."
"My investments..." another socialite choked out, turning pale. "The Laurent Trust just pulled out of our joint venture. We're wiped out."
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Cassandra’s phone buzzed violently in her hand. She stared at the screen, her face draining of all color until she looked like a corpse. Her husband’s name flashed on the screen, followed by a frantic text message: WHAT DID YOU DO? THE BANKS JUST FROZE EVERYTHING. WE ARE BANKRUPT.
The reality of who Eleanor Laurent actually was finally crashed down upon Cassandra. Eleanor wasn't just a guest; she was the reclusive multi-billionaire venture capitalist who quietly controlled the financial lifeblood of the entire city's corporate infrastructure—a woman whose name was rarely spoken aloud because her wealth was simply too vast to measure.
