Chapter 15
The morning sun broke brightly over the Boston skyline, casting a warm, golden glow across the manicured lawns of the Vance estate. Inside the house, the atmosphere was lighter, stripped of the heavy burdens of hidden secrets, corporate blackmail, and manufactured crises.
Julian stood in the formal living room, wearing a crisp white shirt and dark trousers, watching through the French doors as Clara and Lily played in the rear garden. The little girl’s bright
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