Chapter 9 - The Sovereign Court
The morning rain in London was heavy and gray, casting a sleek sheen over the historic stone buildings of the financial district.
A fleet of three black luxury SUVs pulled up outside the grand marble entrance of the Sovereign Trust Building on Threadneedle Street.
Vincent Caruso stepped out of the lead vehicle, holding a large black umbrella. He looked imposing, powerful, and majestic in his black three-piece suit and his signature black wide-brimmed hat.
He opened the rear door, extending his arm to help Elena step out onto the rain-swept sidewalk. She wore an exquisite dark navy wool coat with a white silk scarf, looking every bit the aristocratic heiress she was born to be.
Behind them, Marcus held three-year-old Noah in his arms under a large umbrella. Noah wore a cute pale-blue coat and dark trousers, holding his stuffed rabbit tightly against his chest.
They walked through the massive bronze double doors into the grand marble atrium of the Sovereign Trust Building.
Standing near the central fountain was Sir Arthur Sterling—a tall, seventy-year-old British nobleman in an immaculate gray suit, flanked by four broad-shouldered security guards.
"Welcome to London, Don Caruso," Sir Arthur said smoothly, his refined British accent echoing through the high hall. "It has been forty years since a Caruso walked through these doors."
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Vincent stopped five feet away, his towering frame radiating a cold, lethal authority that made Sterling's guards noticeably tense.
"Cut the pleasantries, Sterling," Vincent commanded in his deep baritone. "We are here for my nephew's trust."
