Part 19
The color drained from Alistair’s face, leaving him looking even closer to the corpse he would soon become.
His hand trembled as he reached for his phone, frantically dialing his chief financial officer.
"Is it true?" Alistair roared into the receiver, his voice cracking with panic.
"Did Vale transition their defense contracts to synthetics? Check the federal registry now!"
I didn't need to stay to hear the confirmation. I knew what his CFO would say.
The trap had been laid by my father years ago, and I had simply sprung it at the perfect moment.
I turned my back on the old tyrant and walked toward the exit of the conservatory.
"This isn't over, Victoria!" Alistair screamed behind me, his voice choked by a sudden coughing fit.
"I will destroy your reputation! I will drag your family name through every court in the world!"
"You're welcome to try," I called back without looking around. "But make sure you have enough money left for your legal fees."
I walked out of the mansion and found Marcus waiting by the Maybach, his phone already buzzing with news of the market shift.
"The Sterling stock is in a freefall," Marcus said, opening the car door for me.
"They're losing half a billion dollars every ten minutes as investors realize their copper monopoly is worthless."
"Good," I said, sliding into the leather seat. "Get us to Heathrow. We're going home."
As the car pulled away from the Sterling estate, I felt a profound sense of clarity.
The enemies of my past were falling like dominoes, unable to keep up with the new speed of the world.
But as we reached the highway, Marcus’s personal phone rang—a secure line that only our private security team at the penthouse could access.
He answered it, his face turning pale within seconds.
"Victoria," Marcus whispered, turning to face me from the front seat, his eyes wide with genuine fear.
"The penthouse security has been breached."
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"Someone didn't go after your money or your shares."
"They just took the twins."
