From my penthouse, high above J. City, I watched the ripple effect of the events unfold like a chessboard in motion. Every move I’d made—every calculated step—was revealing itself now, and the Graysons family was crumbling exactly as predicted.
The English branch of the Grayson had withdrawn their billion-dollar investment overnight. Just like that, Gerald and his son were reduced to paupers. Forced to move back into the decaying old Lancaster family home—the very house they had once mocked for being beneath them—they were now prisoners of their own hubris.
Even Gerald’s wife had no patience for their sudden fall from grace. She packed her bags and fled back to her parents’ house, disappearing without a backward glance.
“Dad… what are we going to do? We don’t have a cent left. If this k
