Chapter 8

Darren stepped aside, and the legal team moved into action. They pulled on white gloves, then took out a thick asset inventory that they had prepared in advance. "Item one. An original work of Leonardo Russo's 'The First Breakfast.'" The lead lawyer adjusted his glasses, his tone flat. "Sold at the Rothby Autumn Auction two years ago for 13 million dollars. Now severely damaged and beyond restoration. Full compensation required." Julian, slumped on the floor and trembling, muttered weakly, "T-That was just a piece of scrap paper…" The lawyer ignored him and pointed to the floor. "Item two. A handwoven Porison carpet. A palace-grade piece woven with gold thread from the 18th century. The transaction price was five million dollars. Currently ruined." The color drained from Julian's face. Sweat beaded thickly on his forehead. Bianca, crouched beside him, had already shrunk into herself, clutching her neckline tightly. But the lawyer's gaze had settled squarely on her. "Item three.