Chapter 4 - The Lethal Question
The cinematic realism of the moment crashed over the glass conservatory with the force of a nuclear bomb.
Vanessa’s arrogant, toxic smirk completely, violently vanished. The color instantly drained from her perfectly contoured face, leaving her looking like a terrified ghost. She frantically lowered her hand, desperately trying to hide the black leather folder behind her elegant white dress.
"Julian, darling!" Vanessa stammered pathetically, her voice cracking with sheer, unadulterated panic. "You're home early! I was just... I was just helping your mother with some paperwork!"
Julian didn't hug her. He didn't even look at her face.
A tight, cinematic close-up focused entirely on Julian’s expression. The exhausted, charming billionaire completely vanished. The cold, demonic, calculating apex predator fully awakened. His strong jaw clenched so hard it looked like it would shatter. His expression hardened into a mask of pure, quiet, terrifying fury.
He looked directly at the document on the marble table. He recognized the heavy, distinct legal seals of the estate's private lawyers.
"Who called the notary?" Julian asked.
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His voice didn't echo. It dropped into a terrifying, icy, lethal register that promised imminent, total destruction.
👉 What desperate, pathetic lie will the cornered fiancée try to tell?
