Chapter 9 - The Eviction
The fallout was spectacular. The SEC raided Sterling Investments the next morning. The news cycle fed on the drama: the arrogant heir brought down by the brilliant, wronged prodigy.
Three days later, Julian stood on the driveway of the Sterling family’s massive Hamptons estate. Moving trucks were lined up.
Preston walked out the front door, carrying two suitcases. He looked broken. The arrogance had been completely hollowed out of him. He looked at Julian, his eyes red and bloodshot.
"Where are we supposed to go?" Preston muttered, his voice cracking.
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Julian looked at him, feeling no joy, only a cold, profound sense of closure. "I hear the city is looking for sanitation workers," Julian replied smoothly. "It’s hard work, but it builds character."
He turned his back on Preston, walking away before the former billionaire could respond. Revenge, Julian realized, didn't taste sweet. It tasted like nothing. But justice? Justice tasted like freedom.
