Chapter 17
The air in the high-rise conference room grew ice-cold as Julian Vance’s name echoed across the mahogany table.
Emma remembered Julian Vance all too well—he was the ruthless Manhattan financier she had worked for three years ago.
She had resigned from his penthouse service after discovering he was using non-disclosure agreements to silence his domestic staff.
Now, his name was directly linked to the fifty-million-dollar wire transferred out of the Sterling Real Estate Trust.
“Julian Vance is Victoria’s real handler,” Emma realized out loud, her pulse racing with newfound clarity.
“Victoria wasn't just a black widow serial killer; she was Vance’s corporate spy sent to destroy William.”
William slammed his hand down on the conference table, his eyes blazing with absolute, uncontrollable fury.
“Vance has been trying to force a hostile takeover of Sterling Properties for five years!” William yelled.
“He couldn't buy my shares on the open market, so he sent a woman to marry me and lock my son in a basement!”
“We need to go to the FBI immediately,” Marcus stated, stepping up to the head of the conference table.
“The FBI can’t touch Vance without direct physical evidence linking him to the Delaware account,” the attorney warned.
“Vance uses five layers of shell companies to protect his identity from federal grand juries.”
Emma looked down at the routing slip, a bold, dangerous idea taking shape inside her mind.
“Vance doesn't know I have the master ledger from Victoria’s vanity safe,” Emma said, standing up from her chair.
“He thinks Victoria was the only one who had the primary access keys to the Delaware holding account.”
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“What are you thinking, Emma?” William asked, looking at her with deep concern.
“I’m thinking it’s time Julian Vance received a visit from his former housekeeper,” Emma declared coldly.
