Victor Hale stood upright before me, a black folder held firmly in his hands.
Without hesitation, he stepped forward and presented it with both hands.
“Sir,” he said respectfully, his tone steady, “this contains the complete record of all assets once owned by the Grayson family. Their real estate, bank accounts, and corporate shares have all been liquidated as per your instructions. Everything is now under your control.”
I took the folder from him and flipped through it briefly.
Numbers. Properties. Power.
All reduced to ink on paper.
With a quiet snap, I closed it.
“You’ve done well, Victor,” I said calmly. “I’ll remember this.”
His eyes lit up instantly. “Thank you, my lord.”
I handed the folder to Reynolds, who stood silently behind me.
“These assets will be useful soon,” I ad
