ter

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conflict, now simmered with another presence Sophia's. She walked

ictor, eyes darting between

e. "I didn't need to. George painted the whole pic

n setting in that control had long slipped from his grasp.

his is what truth looks like w

ettled for

from Bishop Cornwell. A proposal. For the café. Seems like

dened, but his wo

e now calm. "You wanted loyalty

her heels echoing agai

nce more. The storm had passed,

wealth, power, and a legacy intertwined with old money and industrial grit. From childhood, silver spoons were as commo

ten notes to his three children Marcus, Helena, and Julian each bearing a lesson from history or a cryptic business tip. He believed deeply in le

f his portfolio was Cornwell Revitalization Group-a firm dedicated to buying defunct businesses and transforming them into profitable enti

eld inspections, evenings with family or philanthropic circles. Despite his immense wealth, he retained a frugality of character. He wore tai

nitarian projects. Orphanages bore his name across continents. He launched scholarships in rural districts and funde

see through deceit like glass. His reputation for salvaging failing companies extended to salvaging reputations but on

y. Helena, a ruthless negotiator, wielded her charm like a weapon. Julian, the youngest, had vision but wandered in

wasn't the profit margins that drew him in, but the potential. He saw echoes of an old chain his father had lost during

ed by decades, he penned a proposal, seal

d still trembling in her han

this?" she

recognized the crest the golden lion rampant, emboss

fé," Victor said, eyes darkening. "H

said, her voice cracking. "A dream. A start.

ly. He had underestimated Sophia

rumbled again dist

oved towar

you going?

replied. "Before someone

rned toward the window, the city lights re

s. He smiled not because of profit margins, but because the pieces were final