Julian stormed through the corridors of the penthouse, the weight of his steps reverberating through the marble floors. Each movement was deliberate, controlled, but inside, chaos was building. He was close now—so close to ending this madness, to shutting down the forces conspiring against him. Yet, as he approached the door to the main lounge, a familiar knot of tension twisted in his gut.
He knew this would be no simple conversation. He had come for answers, but more than that, he was hunting the truth—about Emily, about the power play he was trapped in, and about the legacy that haunted him.
The door swung open at his approach. There they were. Edmund Greystone, leaning back casually in a leather chair, and Isadora Duval, standing near the window, her arms crossed. Their quiet confide
