“He removed his wife from the guest list for being ‘too simple’… He had no idea she was the secret owner of his empire.”

He grabbed his jacket and headed for the door.

“Send the car to pick up Ms. Ricci. She’ll accompany me tonight.”

Julian left the office feeling lighter. Powerful. He’d cut away the dead weight. He was ready to conquer the world.

He had no idea that the removal notification didn’t just go to the event organizers. It was sent to a secure, encrypted server in an underground office in Zurich—a server owned by the holding company that secretly held the majority of Thorn Enterprises’ shares.

And five minutes later, in the garden of her Connecticut estate, Elara Thorn’s phone buzzed.