The Wright Queen
Back in Chicago, I sat in the back of a Rolls-Royce in a camel-colored Hermès coat, watching the familiar yet alien city roll by.
"The fifty million requires your signature," Elias said, sitting beside me, flipping through a file. "The Wright family's Swiss accounts are secure, but the transfer requires in-person authorization."
I nodded. Over the past two months, Elias had not only arranged my life in London but also helped me understand my mother's business empire. The Wright family's wealth was vaster and more hidden than I'd ever imagined.
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