Chapter 3 - THE BLOODLINE NEGOTIATION
Victoria descended the grand staircase like a wounded queen desperate to maintain her court. Her security detail moved in, but one look from my own private guards—men who answered to a billionaire, not a crumbling old-money matron—stopped them cold. "This is a stunt," Victoria hissed, her composure cracking as she stared at the boys. "You want money, Sophia. You want a payout." I laughed, a sound so genuinely amused it made her flinch. "Victoria, I own a digital marketing empire. Last week, I bought the primary debt holding on Hale Construction and Sterling Enterprises just for fun." I leaned in close enough to smell her gin-soaked breath. "I don’t want your money. I have far more than you."
