Chapter 8 - The Ghost of St. Jude
Toby went rigid in his leather seat. "How do you know that?"
"I know that your father, Richard Vance, was my chief legal counsel before he died under extremely suspicious circumstances four years ago," Arthur said softly. "I know that your uncle Julian systematically stripped your mother of her estate rights, forced you into homeless shelters, and then gave you a minimum-wage job at my hotel so he could keep you under constant surveillance."
Toby gripped his knees, his knuckles turning white. The memory of his father's sudden death and the subsequent flood of legal documents he hadn't understood at twelve years old rushed back like a tidal wave.
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"My uncle... he killed my father's reputation," Toby whispered, rage finally breaking through his quiet exterior. "He told everyone my dad stole from the firm."
"Your father didn't steal a single cent," Arthur said, reaching into his leather briefcase and pulling out a thick, red-bound file folder. "Richard uncovered a massive embezzlement ring operating inside Sovereign Holdings—a ring led by Julian Vance and three members of my own Board of Directors."
