Chapter 3 - The Matriarch Silently Watches The Total Collapse Unfold
The matriarch adjusted the lapel of her emerald green blazer with agonizing, deliberate slowness.
Her perfectly styled silver hair caught the ambient light, framing a face devoid of any maternal sympathy.
She had watched her arrogant grandson treat everyone around him as disposable stepping stones for decades.
Now, the chickens had finally come home to roost in the most devastating legal fashion imaginable.
“Grandmother, you can't possibly let this happen to me after everything I've built for our name,” the heir pleaded.
The matriarch turned her cold, piercing eyes toward him without blinking once.
“You built nothing, Julian; you merely inherited a legacy and spent your years trying to burn it down,” she replied.
Her voice was like shards of winter ice falling across the sunlit boardroom table.
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Julian recoiled as if he had been physically struck across the face by an invisible hand.
The matriarch turned her gaze away from him, signaling the permanent end of her protection.
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