Chapter 15 - The Paper Trail
The silence that followed was suffocating.
Genevieve’s grip on her ebony cane tightened until her knuckles turned ivory. "Preposterous insolence. I would never fund Julian’s grotesque schemes."
"You didn't fund his attack on Noah," Elena replied with razor-sharp analytical clarity. "You funded his debt settlement in Macau three weeks ago. You believed if Julian forced Ethan to liquidate the domestic logistics routes, the European branch could absorb the North American assets for ten cents on the dollar."
Ethan turned his gaze toward his aunt. The air in the room felt heavy enough to shatter. "Is this true, Genevieve?"
"Ethan, you have to understand the pressures in Zurich—"
"Get out of my house," Ethan said. There was no fury in his tone—only the absolute, terrifying expulsion of someone who had permanently severed a tie.
"Ethan, you cannot cut off Europe!" Genevieve gasped, rising to her feet, her regal composure cracking.
"I won't have to," Elena stated, pulling an encrypted flash drive from her jacket. "Before Marcus had Miller transferred to federal custody, we extracted the digital ledgers from his relay transponder. Your name is on the secondary clearing authorization. By midnight tonight, the Securities and Exchange Commission and the Swiss Federal Banking Commission will freeze your personal accounts."
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Genevieve looked at Elena, disbelieving shock turning into pure, helpless defeat. The "maid" she had intended to intimidate had outplayed her on every strategic front.
Without another word, Genevieve turned on her heel and hurried toward her waiting limousine, leaving the salon in pristine peace.
