Chapter 3 - The Ledger in the Chapel
Later that evening, inside the mansion's private chapel where the syndicate board gathered, Marcus Vance stood near the altar, adjusting his silk tie and surrounded by four armed guards.
August walked slowly down the marble aisle, the rhythmic tap of his wooden cane echoing off the vaulted ceilings.
"August," Marcus said with a artificial smile, holding out a glass of bourbon. "We were just discussing the winter budget cuts. The household staff expenses are rising out of control."
"Is that why you told Ruth her daughter's life wasn't worth the trust's money?" August asked, stopping three feet in front of him, his dark eyes fixing on Marcus like a predator.
Marcus’s smile faltered slightly. "The girl has terminal bone marrow failure, August. Spending hundreds of thousands on a maid's child is an inefficient use of our capital."
August stepped closer, bringing his scarred face into the light. "The Howerin Foundation was built to protect the helpless, Marcus. Not to line your pockets while children bleed in public wards."
August pulled a thick leather binder from inside his overcoat—a duplicate of the offshore transfer logs provided by Julian.
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Marcus’s eyes widened in panic as he realized his embezzlement was fully exposed before the senior board members.
👉 Read PART 4 to see how Marcus tried to retaliate against August using the city police!
