Chapter 200

Victor couldn't be bothered to respond—he simply turned a blind eye and let things slide.

"Take us back to Summit Crest Estates," he ordered, his voice low and

commanding, echoing through the car's plush interior.

"Yes, Mr. Fitzgerald," Kemp replied quietly, swallowing the words about Victor's

scheduled meeting with the president of Sino Trust Bank. He'd just have to cancel

it.

The driver turned the wheel, guiding the car onto another wide avenue. After a while, they finally pulled into the private parking lot reserved for Summit Crest Estates residents.

Victor headed straight for his private elevator and rode it up to the sixty-sixth floor penthouse. The door's keypad recognized his code and unlocked with a soft click. He strode inside, his steps echoing in the cavernous silence.

stillness felt uncanny, the air thick with a kind of emptiness that pressed in from

straight to the bedroom and pushed open the door. It was quiet in here too. The bed was perfectly made, the comforter folded neatly at the side. If not for the woman's clothes tossed in the laundry

out a soft, humorless laugh. She'd run off

hand in his pocket, Victor gazed out the floor-to-ceiling windows. The evening sun cast his shadow long across the hardwood, smudging the edges with

he'd experience

to the Capitolion legacy, the crown prince of the Fitzgeralds. He was the CEO of The Fitzgerald Group, a world-class conglomerate. He

For the first time,

after all this time,

stood there for a long while before finally turning to leave, hand poised to shut the door. Something made him pause. His dark eyes scanned the room. The sapphire bracelet-it was gone. She'd taken it with

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ancestral home, Deanna set down the phone. The

nearby. Her voice was calm, almost casual.

"Yes, ma'am."

table, slipped off her blue apron, and handed it to a waiting housekeeper.

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