A loud, arrogant laugh.
"You really expect us to believe that?"
I said nothing.
I simply walked out.
The massive doors closed behind me.
Outside, the cold night air touched my face.
Behind me stood the mansion they worshiped.
The marble floors.
The crystal lights.
The luxury cars.
The perfect image of a powerful family.
But they never understood one thing.
A kingdom built on borrowed power always falls when the lender comes to collect.
As I reached the front gate, a black luxury SUV pulled up.
A man in a tailored suit stepped out immediately.
He bowed respectfully.
"Mrs. Mariana Escalante."
"Your father is waiting at headquarters."
"The legal team has activated every agreement."
"The transfer process has already begun."
I entered the vehicle.
The door closed.
Only then did I take out my phone.
I made one call.
The person on the other end answered immediately.
"Yes, Mrs. Escalante?"
My voice was cold.
"Freeze every account."
"Cancel every contract connected to Andrew Whitmore."
"Effective tonight."
The SUV drove away.
In the rearview mirror, the mansion became smaller and smaller.
The place where they thought they had destroyed me.
The place where they believed I had nothing.