Chapter 9.
The sound of high heels echoed softly in the marble corridor of the Vale house. Elara was walking towards the reading room when a soft voice made her stop. She recognized the cold voice as Victoria Vale's. The woman rarely spoke in a high voice, but there was a distinctive firmness that could pierce anyone who heard it.
Elara held her breath, her body hiding behind a pillar wall that was half covered by velvet curtains. From a small gap, she could see Victoria sitting in a black leather chair, facing a middle-aged man in a neat suit who seemed to be a family lawyer.
"I don't care how much it costs," Victoria's voice sounded sharp. "The important thing is that no media or business associates know about it."
The lawyer nodded carefully. "But, Mrs. Vale, if the truth comes out
