Chapter 10 - REFUGEJulian drove them to a private penthouse in downtown Los Angeles.
It was modern, quiet, heavily secured, and completely separate from the Vance family estate.
For the first time in weeks, Clara could breathe.
She collapsed onto the sofa.
Then she began to cry.
Not quietly.
Not politely.
She cried like someone whose body had finally realized it was safe enough to release everything.
Julian sat beside her.
He pulled her into his arms.
“I’m here.”
Clara buried her face against his chest.
“I thought she was going to take him.”
“She won't.”
“She said nobody would believe me.”
Julian closed his eyes.
“She was wrong.”
Clara handed him the final documents.
“There's more.”
Julian read the financial statements.
Millions had been transferred through shell companies.
The evidence pointed toward Evelyn.
His mother had not simply manipulated Clara.
She had stolen from the company.
She had used Leo as a financial weapon.
Julian stood.
His expression was calm.
Too calm.
“Tomorrow,” he said, “we fight back.”
Clara looked at him.
“And if she fights harder?”
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Julian looked toward the sleeping baby monitor.
“Then we make sure she has nowhere left to hide.”
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