THE SAPPHIRE LEGACY

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backwards, clutching his chest as blood spread across his white shirt. His eyes wide

was shaky and weak as h

ure stepped closer and said coldly

chard sprawled on the ground, his blood soaking into the earth. As his visi

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low. The image of my father lying helpless on the g

to myself, trying to calm

still more questions than answers. Officially, it was ruled a heart attack, but the timing was too convenient. His

he curtains, lighting up the boxes stacked in the corner. My father's study, once so full of life, n

gh his belongings. The world hadn't stopped f

lished and orderly, sat untouched since the last day he worked there. Papers and folders were

of business contracts, invoices, and handwritten notes. Although my father had always been thor

h the documents, growing more f

es, cancelled contracts, and an investo

sual caught my eye-"What's this?" A letter addre

unfolded it, and the harsh, una

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is no longer viable. I'm the one who can provide the company with the solid leaders

an Bla

ckwell, and now I had evidence of his betrayal. In addition to being a businessman, A

ispered to myself. "You s

f rage. Adrian Blackwell had torn up my father'

idly by. I had

of my laptop as I read news stories on Adrian Blackwell. He was a billionaire CEO with i

tions and galas, but I could see right through the façade. Beneath the well-tail

would be celebrating the anniversary of his most recent acquisition, a bu

my blood boil, but it

r, it was not an option to approach him as Richard Lane's grieving daughter. Tears an

ome someone

objective: to create a new identity. 'Anna Carter' was born from hours of careful plannin

as about reclaiming my 'legacy and making

pping it into a file. The words still burned in

osition I had come across earlier at Adrian Blackwell's mansion. If I w

heart thumping in my chest. The tone of the noti

have been scheduled for an interview

in motion, and there w