Chapter 234

Evelyn watched as Yvette's face drained of color. "How... How can this be? I saw you just yesterday—" The woman's words caught in her throat when she realized what she was about to reveal.

Madam Victoria pointed an accusing finger at Mr. Zachary. "You're the one who personally delivered the contract to me last week!"

The lawyer maintained his professional composure. "Madam Victoria, we've never met prior to today."

"Don't you dare lie to me!" Her voice rose hysterically. "I remember your face perfectly—you handed me those documents in your office!" In her panic, she'd unwittingly confessed everything.

"Enough!" Richard's voice cut through the tension like a whip. His expression darkened. "Mother, you've crossed a line. If this is how you treat your own son, consider our relationship severed. Return to Cornelia immediately."

Madam Victoria's hands trembled violently as she pointed at her son. "I see now... This was all a setup!" She turned sharply on her heel. "Fine! I'm leaving!"

With the matriarch's dramatic exit, Yvette had no choice but to follow. Only York remained unfazed, casually rising from his seat as if the entire confrontation had bored him.

The office fell into sudden silence after their departure.

Evelyn escorted Mr. Zachary to the building's entrance. The lawyer shook his head in disbelief. "I never imagined Madam Victoria would resort to such underhanded tactics."

He'd expected a simple contract dispute, not an elaborate scheme involving forged documents to steal company shares.

A knowing smile played on Evelyn's lips. "After today's performance, we'll need to implement additional security measures."

"My grandmother has no experience with legal documents," she continued. "She wouldn't recognize a fake contract if it bit her. I can only imagine my father's expression when she presented it to him."

As Mr. Zachary departed, a sharply dressed man emerged from the shadows—the infamous "Mr. Hendricks." He flashed a grin. "Did I meet your expectations, Ms. Vanderbilt?"

Evelyn nodded and transferred the agreed payment. "Your performance was... convincing."

"The pleasure was mine." The imposter lawyer bowed theatrically. "Always happy to assist with such... creative projects."

Unbeknownst to them, Vivian lurked nearby, her phone capturing every moment. She'd arrived too late for the main confrontation but had caught this damning exchange.

'This footage will ruin that scheming bitch,' Vivian thought triumphantly as she slipped away.

Meanwhile, at Bassburgh Airport...

Two sleek black limousines idled near the arrivals terminal. Nathan stood beside his father as Oliver Lawson joined them, scanning the crowd for their expected guest.

An impeccably dressed elderly man emerged, his shock of white hair contrasting sharply with his vibrant pink vest. Despite his advanced age, Theodore Goldmann moved with the vitality of a man decades younger.

Removing his designer sunglasses, Theodore revealed sharp amber eyes that missed nothing. His mixed heritage gave him a timeless, distinguished appearance.

"Father." Mr. Goldmann Sr. stepped forward to embrace the older man.

Theodore's attention immediately shifted to his grandson. "You scoundrel! I hear I have great-grandchildren now?"

"Three, actually," Mr. Goldmann Sr. interjected with pride. "Two boys and a girl."

Theodore chuckled, his voice rich with amusement. "Well done! This one here"—he clapped Nathan on the shoulder—"outdid even you in your prime!"

Mr. Goldmann Sr. simply smiled indulgently.

Their reunion was interrupted by a young woman approaching with luggage in tow, followed by a broad-shouldered man. Oliver's face lit up in recognition. "Harrison! You actually came back!"

The military-trained man grinned as the two brothers clasped hands in a firm greeting, while the young woman smiled warmly at the Goldmann family. The stage was set for new developments—both in business and in personal relationships that would shape the coming days.