Chapter 10 - The Detonation
Richard stared at the paper. The color drained from his face entirely.
He looked up at Eleanor, bewildered. "Chloe... she swore..."
"Turn to page two, Richard," Eleanor instructed, her voice devoid of pity.
Richard flipped the page. It was a forensic accounting sheet.
"Vanguard Holdings," Eleanor said loudly, ensuring the board heard every word. "The shell company that purchased the Tribeca loft. The company funding my sister's lavish lifestyle. It isn't registered to Richard."
Arthur stood up. "That is forged. This meeting is adjourned."
"Sit down, Arthur," a senior board member said, adjusting his glasses to read the fine print.
"Vanguard Holdings is funded directly by offshore wire transfers from Arthur Vance's personal Cayman trust," Eleanor declared. She looked directly at Richard. "She’s not your mistress, Richard. She’s your stepmother."
The silence in the boardroom was absolute.
Richard slowly turned his head to look at his father.
Arthur didn't deny it. He didn't look ashamed. He looked irritated.
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"You are a weak, infertile disappointment," Arthur sneered at his son. "Someone had to secure the bloodline."
Richard dropped the cigar from his mouth. A primal, guttural scream tore from his throat. He lunged across the mahogany table.
