Nico walked to the wall and switched on the old-fashioned projector.One incriminating image after another flashed on the screen: Leo at a high-stakes poker game, Leo hosting a party on a yacht, Leo dressed in custom designer clothes, wearing a luxury watch, flirting with the daughters of rival families at high-end venues…With every new slide, the air in the room grew colder. The whispers from the spectator gallery grew louder, then died out completely.From the gallery, Uncle Vincent muttered a curse under his breath."According to the story Leo peddled to the world," Nico's voice was starkly clear in the silence, "he spent these six years 'escaping the shadow of the family to pursue art independently.' In reality, the people he associated with, the life he led, it was all paid for by the blood money Maeve wired to him, one transaction at a time."Leo's face flushed crimson. He shot to his feet. "That's not true! Those occasions… they were just for networking! Most of the time, I was
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