The scorching Mediterranean sun cast long, amber shadows across the polished white marble of the Palacio Real de Madrid. For Jenna Anderson, the transition from the cutthroat boardroom warfare of New York City to the ancient, gilded halls of European royalty felt less like a leap and more like a natural progression. Over the past year, the global financial landscape has shifted on its axis, driven entirely by the strategic brilliance of the Anderson Empire's newly minted powerhouse. No longer was she the fragile, isolated woman who had quietly bled her youth and soul away in the cold corners of the Hidalgo household. Today, she arrived in Spain not as a supplicant, nor merely as a wealthy heiress, but as a sovereign entity of economic influence, summoned by the crown itself.The heavy, gold-leafed doors of the palace diplomatic wing swung open with a synchronized, heavy thud. Jenna stepped through, the sharp click of her stiletto heels echoing against the vaulted ceilings adorned with
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