became rigid.
“And someone instructed the Vale family’s IT administrator to block every message I tried to send Alexander afterward.”
Alexander slowly turned toward his sister.
Vanessa forced a laugh.
“You can’t seriously believe her.”
Before he could answer, the yacht’s speakers chimed.
Marcus Thorne’s voice filled the corridor.
“Would Alexander Vale and Vanessa Vale please join us in the main salon?”
Vanessa froze.
I smiled.
“Perfect timing.”
The main salon was packed.
Investors.
Attorneys.
Senior executives.
Members of the Vale family.
Marcus stood beside a large digital display.
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