Chapter 4: The War Room
High above the city skyline, Arthur’s penthouse served as the ultimate fortress. A private medical team immediately checked Clara's vitals, confirming that despite the stress, the baby’s heart rate was strong and steady.
"I can handle the rest of them, Clara," Arthur said, handing her a glass of water. "I have fifty lawyers tearing their corporate structure to shreds. You just rest."
Clara took the glass, her hands no longer shaking. The vulnerability she had shown in the ballroom was completely gone, replaced by a cold, sharp clarity.
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"No," she replied, her voice absolute steel. "Have your
team set up a secure server in the study. Get me a laptop and every one of their internal ledgers." She looked up at her father. "I want to burn them down myself."
