Faith
The heavy iron gates at the estate entrance parted under high-level clearance forty minutes after the lockdown was initiated.
A sleek black executive sedan pulled into the fountain courtyard, escorted by two security vehicles. Before Marcus’s guards could even approach the driver’s side, the rear door opened, and a tall, distinguished man in a immaculate charcoal wool coat stepped out into the lingering drizzle.
Victor Sutton.
Nicholas’s paternal uncle, the senior vice chairman of Sutton Enterprises, and the man who had stood by Nicholas’s side when the rest of the board threatened to strip him of his CEO title after Isabella’s death.
"Nicholas!" Victor called out as he swept into the grand foyer, his deep, cultured voice carrying an aura of calm authority. He shook off his umbr
