Chapter 13 - The True Heir
The heavy mahogany doors at the rear of the grand ballroom swung wide open once again, and a hush fell over the panicked crowd as a tall, distinguished man in an immaculate navy-blue tailored suit walked steadily down the center aisle. His silver-streaked hair and sharp, aristocratic jawline bore an unmistakable resemblance to the Vance family portraits hanging in the estate's east wing.
It was Silas Vance.
For a second, the entire room seemed to hold its collective breath. Several older board members who had served during the company's founding era gasped audibly, clutching their chests as if they were staring at a ghost.
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