~ Lucien ~
The air in my private war room was chilled to a precise sixty-eight degrees. It was a temperature designed to keep the mind sharp and the blood cool, a necessity when dismantling a man’s life piece by piece. Across the sprawling glass table, the three men I called my "sharks"—legal minds I had hand-picked from the wreckage of the firms I’d conquered—were hunched over glowing tablets.
The data Seraphina had delivered on the flash drive wasn’t just a collection of spreadsheets. It was a roadmap of Adrian Vale’s soul, and his soul was a cluttered, filthy place.
“He’s using the Seraphina Grace Trust as the primary pass-through for the Cyprus accounts,” Elias said. My brother didn’t look up from the screen. His fingers danced across the glass, pulling up encrypted wire transfer lo
