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I realized I had not seen her ever since I came back, but I was unconscious when I arrived, and when I woke up I found out that I had lost my daughter again. I really did not have the time to care about Sabrina and what she was getting up to. "It's just as you suspected. She was working with Trevor. In fact, she had a relationship with him," Vance informed me calmly. I wasn't too shocked to hear this. I already suspected that something was going on when I heard the way she was talking about him the first time we met. She praised him to the skies and even talked about some woman that he was in love with.

Parker ranted at him while reaching his hand to stand him up. "What do you mean near death?" the guy asked while rubbing his butt. As he stood up full on his legs, he got taller an inch than the two boys with a little less muscular bodies. Vance had paler skin than the rest and golden brown hair. His green eyes were as mesmerizing as some magical stone. He was dressed in a half sleeves blue T-shirt showing off his biceps with black jeans and a pair of sneakers. He had a pendant on his neck, and his fingers were filled with rings.

The memory of the salt air now felt like a mockery, a reminder of a boy who believed a sunflower and a heartbeat could stand against a hurricane. Toby stared at the man sitting across from him. Arthur Vance looked like a man who had been hollowed out by the same fire currently consuming Toby. Once the Chief Financial Officer of Laredo’s primary holding company, Vance was now a specter in a threadbare suit, his hands trembling as he clutched a glass of cheap whiskey.

Chapter 21: The Father of All Lies The photograph was a Polaroid, yellowed at the edges and smelling of mountain air and ancient incense. It showed a man in his late sixties, dressed in the simple saffron robes of a Himalayan monk, standing against the backdrop of a jagged, snow-capped peak. His eyes possessed the unmistakable amber fire of a Vanderwall, but his hands—thick-knuckled and stained with deep-seated machine grease—were the hands of a Vance.

Then, a fresh G****e Alert popped up at the top of her screen, completely tanking the trajectory. It was a video clip from a sports morning show. The guest speaker was Hunter Vance—no relation to Eve's family, but a man who carried a different kind of pedigree. Hunter was the notorious captain of the New York Vipers, Terry’s fiercest division rival, and a player known for a dirty, psychological style of hockey both on and off the ice. Eve clicked play.

He grinned, stepping forward with an outstretched hand. "So, this is the legendary little siren who made our stoic Saint Alexander finally lose his mind and put a ring on it?" He winked at me. "Vance Sterling. Alexander and I have been getting into trouble together since we were in diapers." I stifled a laugh at his infectious energy. Just as I reached out to shake his hand, Alexander's arm slid firmly around my waist, pulling me half a step back. "Hands to yourself, Vance." Alexander's voice was flat, but the warning was clear.

The resemblance was obvious. Same eyes. Same smile. Same posture. Her father. Probably. Yet that wasn't what caught Dani's attention. The man standing on Stella's other side did. A younger version of Julian's father. Victor Vance. The founder of Vance Holdings. Both families together. Smiling. Close. Very close. The back of the photograph contained handwritten words. The agreement begins. Fear tightened inside her chest. Agreement? What agreement? --- The ride back to the city felt endless. Dani couldn't stop thinking.

Vance sence some unfamiliar presence behind him; he saw a man standing there; he smiled at him and signalled him to come forward. Vance holds Purple's hand to get her attention. " love, this is Mr Colleen hoover, one of my friend. He was the one who brought me to the hospital on the day of the accident, and he also helped me capturing Rean." Colleen smiled at Purple and handed her the flower he brought for her. " hello, purple," he said. Purple find this man familiar. "Have I met you before this?" she asked? ' You didn't remember me; you used to play with me when we were little; uncle Antony always brought you when you with him were small. We used to play together in the school park. Don't y

"We have a critical breach at the private parking elevator downstairs. Someone bypass-keyed the primary service gate." My eyes narrowed into slits. "Who bypassed security?" "It’s not the media or the tabloids, Mr. Vance," Harrison replied, breathing heavily over the line. "It’s your father, Richard Vance. He just took the high-speed private lift directly up to your penthouse floor and he brought two uniformed officers from the Financial Crimes Division with him." I cut the intercom connection instantly, turning back to face Evelyn. Her hazel eyes locked onto mine, the large diamond ring on her finger reflecting the cold, gray light of the approaching dawn creeping through the floor-to-ceilin

It was Victor Vance, Julian Vance’s older brother, Arthur Vance’s nephew, and the chief operating executive for the New York Titans’ arena facilities. Victor looked remarkably like his disgraced uncle: slicked-back dark hair, tailored designer clothes, and a bitter, venomous look in his eyes that made my skin crawl. "Miss Hopkins," Victor sneered, folding his arms over his chest as he looked down at me. "I see Chase’s personal little media dog is allowed to roam the restricted halls of the Garden freely." I stopped in my tracks, holding my head high, adjusting my camera strap with absolute, cool composure.