Chapter 3 - As cruel laughter echoes across the luxurious grand hall a stern paralyzed tycoon silences his arrogant guests while dark family secrets emerge from the shadows.
Genevieve broke the tense silence with a sharp, derisive laugh that bounced off the high vaulted ceilings and gilded crown moldings.
"Oh, Julian, are we listening to the wild hallucinations of a wandering child now?" Genevieve mocked, stepping forward with deliberate condescension.
"The girl's mother left her unattended near the servants' quarters, and now she's spinning fairy tales to gain your misplaced sympathy," Genevieve added dismissively.
The suited men behind her chuckled softly, eager to appease the influential socialite who controlled a vital voting block on the corporate board.
Julian raised his right hand in a sharp, authoritative gesture, cutting off Genevieve's laughter as effectively as a guillotine dropping on wood.
The cruel chuckles died instantly in the throats of the executives, who knew the terrifying weight of Julian's legendary temper and tactical ruthlessness.
Julian did not look at Genevieve; his dark, slicked-back hair caught the amber light as his gaze remained fixed entirely on the young girl.
"Silence," Julian commanded softly, the sheer power in his tone forcing every heartbeat in the luxurious grand hall to stutter in unison.
He leaned forward in his black wheelchair, ignoring the dull ache in his paralyzed spine as he addressed the child with intense focus.
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"Tell me everything you remember about the lady with the cold hands, Lily," Julian instructed, his voice steady yet filled with dark foreboding.
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