Chapter 15 - The Father's Final Trap
"Richard thinks he bought the board," Arthur Vance's recorded voice continued, filled with calm, brilliant foresight. "He thinks he forged my signature flawlessly. What he doesn't know is that twenty years ago, I registered Vance Holdings under a dual-key corporate charter. No document, no sale, and no transfer of assets is legally valid without the physical presence of the Master Founders' Seal."
Arthur paused on the recording, a soft, fond chuckle escaping his lips. "The seal isn't in a bank vault, Clara. It isn't in my lawyer's office. It's built inside the gold crest ribbon of the annual founder's rose bouquet—the exact bouquet you hold in your hands right now."
Clara looked down at the gold ribbon resting on the desk. She reached out and felt along the thick silk fabric until her fingertips brushed against a heavy, metallic object embedded inside the lining. She carefully tore open the inner seam.
Out slid a solid gold seal stamped with the original crest of Vance International, alongside an original, notarized power-of-attorney document dated two weeks before her father died, explicitly naming Clara as the sole, absolute owner of every asset under the Vance umbrella.
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Richard didn't own a single share. Every document he had signed for six months was completely null and void under corporate law.
👉 Armed with undeniable truth, Clara looked at the clock on the wall: 2:00 AM. The emergency board meeting called by Richard was set for 8:00 AM downstairs in the Grand Regent Ballroom.
