Before the Rolls-Royce's driver could slide the heavy vehicle into gear, the tires screeched.The violent screech of rubber on wet concrete was deafening, a massive, armored black Maybach hydroplaning as it cut sharply across the valet lane, stopping centimeters from her front bumper and blocking their path. The blinding storm of paparazzi camera flashes continued to light up the rainy night outside, reflecting off the dark Maybach's tinted windows.Maeva's hand tensed against the leather armrest. "What is the meaning of this?" she whispered.The heavy, reinforced doors of the Maybach were thrown open. Out stepped four of the Sterling Manor's elite personal guards, recognizable by the silver dragon pins on their lapels. They didn't look at the screaming press; they marched to her Rolls-Royce and opened the passenger door.Sitting inside the dark, luxurious shadows of the Maybach's backseat was her grandfather.Patriarch David Sterling sat still, his hands resting on his gold-tipped ca
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