The air at Lake Geneva was thick with the scent of pine and oncoming rain. It was the same atmosphere that had hung over the estate at the start of summer, but the illusion of innocence was entirely gone. Alejandro parked the town car near the edge of the water, the tires crunching loudly over the wet gravel. He didn't use his cane as he stepped out; his stride was heavy, driven by a desperate, focused energy.
Emily stood beside him, her hair catching the damp wind. They had spent the last twelve hours turning the legal tables on Noah, working from the Bronzeville brownstone until the corporate trap was fully set. Now, the final piece of the counter-strike required a return to the place where the fire had first been lit.
"Marcus has already delivered the formal cease-and-desist to Beatri
