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The hum of the digital forensics unit filled the cramped basement room as Julian stared at the glowing monitor. On the screen, the high-definition security footage captured every terrifying second from the library vent: Victoria advancing with the silver-bladed shears, Clara cornered against the mahogany bookshelf, and the glint of cold malice in Victoria's eyes as she whispered threats that defied her outward elegance. / Chapter 17 / 20

Chapter 17 - The Family ReunionJulian’s chest heaved as the realization crashed down. "You set me up. The whole thing... the attack in the library, Victoria going after Clara... you knew I would step in to take over."

Marcus let out a dry, sarcastic chuckle. "Welcome to the family business, little brother. Dad needed a way to flush out the remaining corrupt factions within Sterling Global."

Clara stood up slowly from the sofa, smoothing down her silk robe. All vulnerability was gone, replaced by the commanding dignity of the true matriarch of the Vance name.

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The digital glow of Mason’s tablet illuminated the dark living room, casting cold blue shadows across his determined face. On the screen, Vanessa’s voice echoed—slick, calculated, and entirely devoid of the warmth she reserves for public displays. She wasn't just hoarding groceries; she was laying the architectural groundwork for a legal trap.

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"You thought I was your pawn, Julian," Clara said, walking over to stand beside her father. "You thought because I loved you, I wouldn't see the strings. But a Vance never stays blind for long."

Agent Vance stepped forward, clicking heavy steel handcuffs onto Julian’s wrists with a sharp click. As officers hauled him toward the door, Julian turned his head, locking eyes with Clara one last time with a slow, twisted smile. "You think this prison can hold me? The digital seed is already planted."

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