The flight to Singapore was quiet. High above the clouds, inside the pressurized cabin of her private Gulfstream, Clarissa stared out at the endless expanse of black sky. In her hand, she held a warm cup of black coffee, its steam rising slowly into the cool air.For three years, every breath she took had been fueled by a single, burning purpose: vengeance. She had envisioned this exact moment a thousand times—the total collapse of the Vance empire, Edward rotting in a cell, and Julian broken at her feet. Yet, as the city lights of Jakarta faded behind her, she felt no grand surge of triumph. Only a deep, profound stillness.Her tablet buzzed on the mahogany table beside her. It was a secure video link from Dr. Aris.Clarissa tapped the screen. The doctor's tired yet relieved face appeared on the display."He was moved out of the ICU an hour ago," Dr. Aris reported without preamble, knowing exactly who Clarissa was thinking about. "His lung capacity is improving, and the latest MR
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