Chapter 3 - The Ghost of the PastWhispers erupted through the crowd like wildfire. A brother? An older brother? Who is he?
Julian slammed his glass down onto a nearby table, his face contorting into a mask of pure fury and disbelief. "What kind of sick joke is this? Security, throw this impostor out into the street!"
"I'm no impostor, Julian," the young man replied coldly, dropping his canvas duffel bag onto the polished floor with a heavy thud. He unzipped the side pocket and pulled out a thick, legal manila folder. "My name is Christian Sterling. And according to my birth certificate, and the original family trust signed by our late father, I am the true firstborn heir of the Sterling empire."
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Eleanor gripped the edge of a mahogany table, her knuckles turning white. "It's a forgery! Lies! He's a con man looking for a payout!"
Christian chuckled—a dark, humorless sound that sent a chill through the room. "You can check the notary seal, Eleanor. Or better yet, let's let the federal courts decide when they audit the family accounts tomorrow morning."
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