Chapter 15 - SHE SIGNED THE 50-BILLION-DOLLAR WAIVER—THEN THE TRAP DOOR OPENED!
Evelyn let out a triumphant laugh that echoed through the quiet library. "You see? The imposter stands exposed! She was raised in luxury, sneering at servants, while the true bloodlines suffered in the shadows!"
Evelyn pulled out a stack of legal documents and threw a pen at Chloe's feet. "Sign the waiver, Chloe. Renounce every claim to the Vance estate, every title, and every penny. Leave this house tonight in the rags you deserve!"
Chloe looked at the pen lying on the carpet. Tears dripped down her chin onto her hands. She didn't look at the money, the inheritance, or the billions at stake. She looked at Eleanor, and then at Maya.
"I don't care about the billions," Chloe sobbed quietly, picking up the pen. "I never cared about the money after I saw how much pain it caused. I only wanted... to be loved by a mother like you, Eleanor. And to have a sister like you, Maya."
Without hesitation, Chloe pressed the pen to the paper and signed her name across every single page, waiving all rights to the 50-billion-dollar empire.
"It's done," Chloe whispered, setting the pen down and wiping her eyes. She turned toward the grand wooden doors to walk out into the pouring rain.
"Stop right there, Chloe," Eleanor’s commanding voice rang out like thunder.
Chloe stopped, trembling. "Madam... I signed it. I'm leaving."
"You signed the paper, yes," Eleanor said softly, walking over to Chloe and wrapping her arm firmly around Chloe's waist, pulling her back into the light. "But blood does not make a daughter. Character does."
Eleanor turned her sharp gaze back toward Evelyn, whose confident smile suddenly flickered.
"Did you really think I built a global intelligence empire by being stupid, 'Evelyn'?" Eleanor said, a cold, ruthless spark filling her eyes. "The DNA sequencer on this table is hardwired directly to my private network. You brought a modified blood sample laced with synthetic synthetic enzymes designed to spoof the reader!"
Maya smiled, pulling her laptop open. "We decoded your spoofing virus thirty seconds ago, Evelyn. Or should I call you... Agent Evelyn Vance, Arthur Vance's biological daughter trained by The Apex Group to stage a corporate coup?"
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Evelyn’s face turned ghastly white. She reached into her coat for a weapon—but before she could draw it, a heavy thud echoed beneath her feet!
The wooden floorboards beneath Evelyn snapped open! A hidden security containment trap activated, dropping Evelyn into a reinforced holding cell beneath the mansion floor!
