Chapter 60 The Reckoning

• The air in Alexander Whitaker’s office was thick with tension, as if the walls themselves strained under the weight of the family feud. The sprawling penthouse, with its cold steel beams and glass walls, felt less like a home and more like a throne room awaiting its inevitable coup.
• Ethan stormed in, Clara just steps behind him, her fingers clutching the thin scar on her wrist, a reminder of what Alexander had nearly taken from her.
• Alexander stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing over the city as if it still belonged to him. His reflection flickered against the glass, a fractured image, twisted and cold.