Chapter 17 - The Hunt For The Missing Codicil
“Who was the proxy?” I demanded, turning to face the bank director with a sharp, piercing gaze that brook no argument.
The director fumbled through his digital tablet, scrolling frantically through encrypted historical access logs.
“It was registered under a private holding entity based in Geneva, Switzerland—managed by a man named Baron Klaus von Weber,” the director replied.
My father let out a cold, knowing chuckle, shaking his head as the final pieces of the global puzzle snapped into place.
“Weber,” my father said, walking over to inspect the digital access log over the director’s shoulder.
“The same Swiss banker who tried to squeeze our timber trusts in Montana last year before Thomas dismantled his operation.”
“They are all connected, Dad,” I realized out loud, my mind racing through the corporate webs connecting New York, London, and Geneva.
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“Richard wasn't just a rogue hedge fund manager; he was a foot soldier in Weber’s global syndicate.”
“And now that we have the vault access, Weber knows we are coming for his entire European portfolio,” my father stated firmly.
