Chapter 19 - The Unseen Puppeteer
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Rachel hesitated for several long seconds. She reached out, picked up her phone, and slowly slid it across the glass coffee table toward me.
"A package was delivered to my apartment this morning from my father’s private vault in Zurich," Rachel confessed, her voice barely audible. "It wasn't supposed to be opened until one year after his conviction."
I picked up the phone.
On the screen was a photograph of a handwritten letter, executed in thick black ink on heavy crest-embossed paper.
I read the lines:
My Dear Rachel,
If you are reading this, it means Logan failed, and my foolish attempt to fix his mess ended in my imprisonment. But you must understand the truth before it is too late.
I did not create the PR campaign for Maya Carter. I did not select her from a agency database.
Five years ago, a private syndicate based in London paid me two million dollars to ensure Logan Vance proposed to Maya Carter. They wanted her placed inside the high-society social circles of New York under twenty-four-hour public surveillance.
Maya Carter is not a working-class girl from Brooklyn. Her real father was Julian Carter—the chief auditor who disappeared in 2018 with forty million dollars of sovereign fund assets.
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The acid attack wasn't meant to destroy her face, Rachel. It was meant to force her into a private medical facility where her blood could be drawn and matched against the vault keys in Geneva.
Find the key under her scar.
