The Whitmore estate stood silent against the dark Swiss sky. Tall pine trees surrounded the massive mansion, their shadows stretching across the gravel driveway. The lake below reflected faint moonlight, giving the entire property an eerie stillness. Emma Whitmore stood near the front steps, facing the man she had believed was dead for fifteen years. Her grandfather. Alexander Whitmore. He looked exactly as she remembered him from childhood tall, calm, and unsettlingly composed. Age had barely touched him. His sharp gray eyes studied her carefully. “You’ve grown,” he said pleasantly. Emma crossed her arms tightly. “You shouldn’t be here.” Alexander raised an eyebrow. “My dear, this is my house.” Emma shook her head. “You faked your death.” Alexander chuckled softly. “A necessary step.” Emma’s voice hardened. “To run a secret organization that controls half the world?” Alexander didn’t deny it. Instead, he slowly walked down the steps toward her. “You’ve been talkin
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