Infinite Wealth: Revenge of the Lost Heir

CHAPTER 23: THE LOCKING EVIDENCE

"Ian, this tastes so delicious," said Chloe with sparkling eyes after sipping her warm cappuccino. She stared at Julian hesitantly. "But... are you truly fine spending this much money? Yesterday you just helped me."

Julian relaxed his firm jaw, donning a thin, soothing smile. "Don't worry. I just completed an online programming project last night and received a decent commission. Eat plenty, Chloe."

Hearing that small yet firm attention from Julian, Chloe's heartbeat suddenly fluttered fast. The independent nature and responsibility displayed by Julian during this courting period made Chloe feel highly valued as a woman.

While setting down her cup, Chloe stared at Julian's handsome face with a curiosity she had long harbored. "Ian... actually, do you truly not remember anything about your family? I mean, before I found you injured that time?"

Julian paused his chewing for a moment. His line of sight was deliberately made a bit dim and blank, his acting so perfect to convince Chloe.

"I have tried to remember it many times, Chloe," said Julian with his low baritone voice, sounding a bit bitter. "But my head directly hurts every time I try to think about the past. I only woke up with the name 'Ian' in my head, and this computing ability. The rest... is empty."

Chloe stared at Julian with a deep sense of pity. She extended her hand on top of the table, touching Julian's fingers gently to soothe him. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you sad. But it's okay, what matters now is you are healthy and can work."

Julian felt the warmth from the touch of Chloe's hand, making the corner of his lips lift thinly. Inside his heart, Julian knew he was playing a part, yet thin protections like this were the best way so that Chloe would not be dragged into the danger of his past for the time being.

While Chloe returned to enjoying her bread, Julian's hand beneath the table secretly pressed the 'Enter' button on his phone. Not to move the lawyer, but rather to execute internal cyber data to collapse Valerie Vance's shares. Julian did not expect at all that the impact of this stock panic would trigger independent movements from other parties in the city center.

At the exact same time, the hard hit resulting from that financial panic instead directly landed on a luxury penthouse in sector one of Manhattan, the place where Amber Miller lived.

Inside the dimly lit master bedroom, Amber had just woken up with a breath that still left the remaining passion from the ferocity of the night spent together with Ryan Vance. Her beautiful naked body was only partially covered by a black velvet blanket. Beside her, Ryan slept on his back with a bare, sweaty chest. This dirty relationship filled with lust and asset ambition had always been a wild escape for the two of them since Julian was removed.

CRASH!

The penthouse front door was kicked open roughly from the outside. Amber instantly jolted in surprise, pulling the blanket in panic to cover her heaving chest. Ryan also woke up with red eyes full of anger.

"Who dares to mess around this early in the morning?!" barked Ryan while grabbing his bathrobe haphazardly.

Before Ryan had time to step out of the room, a middle-aged man figure in a neat suit and black sunglasses had already stepped into the bedroom area together with two court officers. That man was Edward Harris, the official lawyer of Julian's late biological mother.

"Get out of this place right now, Miss Amber Miller," said Edward with a cold voice echoing firmly.

Amber, with a pale face and messy hair, screamed angrily from on top of the mattress. "Who are you?! How dare you enter into my property! This penthouse was bought by Julian for me! This is already under my name legally!"

The lawyer Edward Harris donned a cynical smile full of disgust. He opened his black briefcase, then pulled out a digital tablet and turned it toward Amber and Ryan. On that screen, the explicit video and secret conversation between Amber and Ryan in the directors' meeting room replayed highly clearly—the infidelity video that some time ago had been leaked anonymously to the public.

"This penthouse was bought using trust funds from the 'Rose Shares' belonging to the late Madame Rose Vance, on the condition that Miss Amber had to maintain loyalty as Julian Vance's legal future wife," said Lawyer Edward with a cruel emphasis. "This video is absolute proof that you have committed a marriage contract betrayal and an immoral act that harms our client's party legally."

Amber's face turned pale instantly as if losing all of her blood. The blanket she hugged almost slipped because her hands suddenly grew weak with fear seeing the proof of her dirty relationship displayed clearly.

"N-No... that is not true! We were framed!" screamed Amber with a panicking high-pitched voice, staring at Ryan to request a defense. However, Ryan himself could only freeze with a forehead sweating cold. The video recording proof was too real and locked their position without a gap.

"You have exactly one hour to pack your clothes, Miss Amber," continued Edward Harris coldly without mercy. "All luxury assets, cars, and your allowance accounts are officially frozen by the court today."

Edward turned away leaving with steady steps. The panicking Amber directly wept hysterically on top of the mattress, while Ryan gripped his own hair due to frustration.

Bringing makeshift suitcases and withholding an extraordinary shame, Ryan and Amber were forced to exit the building. There was no other option for them besides running home to the main house to complain and request protection from Arthur Vance—without knowing that at the Vance Mansion later, a far larger storm was already prepared to destroy them all.