Chapter 27: Project Atlas
The room fell silent.
Nobody moved.
Nobody spoke.
Victor Hart's photograph remained on the screen.
A ghost.
A dead man who wasn't dead.
A forgotten family member who somehow sat at the center of a seven-hundred-million-dollar conspiracy.
Amelia stared at the image.
The resemblance was undeniable.
The sharp jawline.
The dark eyes.
The Hart features.
He belonged to the family.
Yet she had never heard his name before.
Not once.
Not in childhood stories.
Not at family gatherings.
Not from her father.
Not from Richard.
It was as if he'd never existed.
Rachel finally broke the silence.
"Active."
Her voice sounded strained.
"That's impossible."
Claire shook her head.
"The records were updated three weeks ago."
The room went cold.
Three weeks.
