I woke up in the Vincent family’s penthouse.
Asher moved even faster than I’d expected. In just forty–eight hours, using Arthur’s identity and the old Sterling don’s authorization, he took control of every asset under Arthur’s
name. The laundering accounts funneled through Jersey shell companies, the elite Swiss bank black cards–all of it ended up in
Asher’s hands.
Most importantly, he completely froze the offshore slush fund
Arthur had secretly set up for Chloe in the Cayman Islands.
That so–called dream girl, who was used to burning through Arthur’s money and living in a fifty–thousand–dollar–a–night presidential suite, fell from heaven into the mud overnight.
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