The sunlight poured into the Vale Manor study, golden but not warm, as if the world outside had forgotten how to care. Adrian Vale sat behind the massive oak desk, fingers steepled, eyes trained on the ledger before him, but he wasn’t reading numbers. Not really. He was listening.“Adrian,” Mr Giovanni Vale said, his voice steady but with a sharp edge Adrian hadn’t heard in years. The old man’s hands, gnarled with age but still firm, rested on the armrest of his chair. “We need to talk about your… future.”Adrian looked up, one brow arched. Future. That word had felt irrelevant since the day he had lost both parents. Since the day Camilla had betrayed him, emptied his accounts, and walked out of his life with no regard for loyalty or love. Since then, future had been just a concept for other people.“I don’t understand,” Adrian said flatly. “What do you mean?”Giovanni’s gaze was unyielding. He leaned forward, the weight of his years pressing into the room. “I mean your grandfather do
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