When Arthur reached the villa, Sarah Vance was in the kitchen. Cooking was never her forte—she had spent her marriage being the "perfect socialite" and an elite intellectual, not a housewife. But she knew how to boil noodles and fry an egg, and tonight, that was enough.The doorbell chimed, a sharp, intrusive sound. Sarah didn't flinch. She tapped a key on her laptop, which sat on the marble counter. The screen flickered to life, displaying several high-definition camera angles. In the center frame, Arthur stood at the gate, his gaze lethal and fixed directly on the lens.He had come.He was faster than she expected, and notably, he was alone. No guards, no lawyers, no Yvonne Blue. It seemed Victoria Vance and Liam Vance had successfully cracked his resolve.The noodles were ready. Sarah plated them with a perfectly crisped fried egg and carried the bowls to the dining table. Maddy came running over, her little face lighting up. "Mommy, someone’s at the door!"Sarah didn't answer. She
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