Chapter 7 - The Underground Heir
For three weeks, I vanished. I lived in the shadows of the city, working out of Jax’s basement server farm.
Genevieve played the grieving, betrayed aunt on national television perfectly. She claimed I had stolen the family fortune and driven my grandmother to an early grave. The media ate it up. Harrington Enterprises’ stock plummeted, and Genevieve prepared for a hostile buyout that would permanently line her pockets and dissolve the company forever.
To finalize the sale, she organized a massive victory event: The Harrington Winter Solstice Gala. It was to be held in the exact same grand hall where Eleanor had died.
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"It's a fortress, Asher," Jax warned me, pulling up the blueprints of the gala hall. "Private military contractors at every door. Metal detectors. You can't get in."
I looked at the blueprint, my jaw set. "She forgot one thing about this family, Jax. She married into it. I was born in it. I know the walls better than she ever will."
