Chapter 6 - The Shadows of the Legacy
The matriarch tried to summon her pride, to laugh in his face, to call him a delusional pauper threatening a woman whose net worth spanned nine figures. But the words choked in her throat. There was something in Arthur's posture, something in the cold, methodical way he stood above her, that terrified her to her very core.
Lily’s sobbing had quieted into small, rhythmic hiccups, her eyes wide as she looked up at her father. She knew that voice. It was the voice he used when he was done playing games.
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Arthur slowly straightened his back, taking his eyes off the trembling matriarch to glance at his wrist. Beneath the rolled-up cuff of his simple grey shirt sat a timepiece—a bespoke, unbranded titanium chronograph crafted by an independent master horologist, a watch given only to the silent partners who underwrote sovereign wealth funds.
The young blonde woman in the black dress stepped back, her smirk completely gone, her face turning as white as her mother's. She suddenly realized that the man standing before them wasn't a lost service worker or a gate-crasher. He was a predator who had chosen to walk among them incognito.
