Chapter 110

The cold silence that followed the gunfire was worse than the storm itself.

Shards of glass sparkled across the floor like tiny daggers. The summit room had turned into a war zone, frozen mid-chaos. A chair was toppled. A silver pitcher bled water across the marble. Verona’s face was smeared with blood, but his eyes wild and furious, were locked on Grace.

“I gave you everything,” he snarled, voice gravelled from rage. “And you turned it into a circus.”

Grace stood tall, hair tousled, lips slightly parted. Blood dripped from a shallow cut along her arm, but she didn’t flinch. Her eyes, unblinking, remained fixed on him.

“You didn’t give me anything,” she said coolly. “You stole everything.”

Nathaniel held Verona in a chokehold, his arms corded with tension. “Give me one reason not to end you.”

“Because if you kill me,” Verona gasped, “you’ll never find the rest of what Vincent left behind.”

Everyone froze.

Adrian, who had just disabled a final attacker at the window, turned sharply. “W