Get off my property!” The older woman’s sharp voice cut through the thunder as she stood beneath the glowing chandelier of her grand mansion, surrounded by elite guests.
Get off my property!”
The older woman’s sharp voice cut through the thunder as she stood beneath the glowing chandelier of her grand mansion, surrounded by elite guests.
At the foot of the marble steps, kneeling in the freezing rain, was her daughter-in-law.
Soaked to the bone and trembling, she held her crying baby tightly against her chest. She looked up at her husband.
“Mark…” she pleaded softly.
But the man in the tuxedo said nothing. He stood beside his mother in silence, choosing her over his wife and child as they were left exposed to the storm.
To them, she was nothing more than a disposable girl they could cast aside. They believed they had taken everything from her.
Then, the crying stopped.
The young woman slowly reached into the baby’s blanket and pulled out an old, encrypted black phone.
Her mother-in-law’s smug smile disappeared in an instant—replaced by shock, then pure panic.
“Not Sterling!” the older woman screamed, realizing too late who the girl truly was.
The woman’s eyes turned cold as steel as she lifted the phone to her ear.
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“Activate Project Sterling.”
“Confirmed, Chairwoman,” the voice on the other end replied.
