Chapter 4 - The Closed DoorAn hour later, the ballroom had been violently cleared of guests. The elite didn't want to stick around for a family civil war.
Inside the private executive study, the heavy mahogany doors were locked tight. Julian paced the room like a caged animal, his tailored suit jacket discarded, his shirt sleeves rolled up.
"You have twenty-four hours to take your little stunt and get out of Chicago," Julian snarled, stopping inches away from Christian. "Whatever forged papers you cooked up won't survive thirty seconds in front of our corporate lawyers."
Christian sat calmly in a leather armchair, leaning back with effortless composure. He didn't even blink at Julian's threats.
"You always were impatient, little brother," Christian said quietly. "You grew up in the penthouse, riding in chauffeured limos, while mother abandoned me to foster care when I was four years old after our father passed away. You think you built this empire? You just inherited a stolen throne."
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"You abandoned us!" Eleanor shrieked from the corner of the room, her voice trembling with hysteria. "You were a liability!"
"I was a reminder of a marriage she wanted to erase," Christian retorted, his eyes flashing with suppressed fire. "And now, I'm here to collect."
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