The diamond world meant nothing now.
Only the watch mattered.
The maid stood behind her silently.
“You knew my father?” Isabella asked, voice trembling.
The maid hesitated.
“Yes… I worked here before everything collapsed.”
Isabella opened the folded paper again.
It was a bank transfer record.
But the recipient name made her stomach drop.
Isabella Laurent. Age 7. Trust Fund — NEVER DELIVERED.
“What is this…?” she whispered.
The maid stepped closer.
“Your father didn’t die broke,” she said quietly.
“He was erased.”
Isabella turned sharply.
“By who?!”
The maid looked down.
“By the man you call your uncle.”
Silence.
Then—
A vault door behind the wall slowly unlocked, as if responding to the watch.
Isabella walked toward it.
Her hand pressed the cold metal.
The door opened.
Inside—
Stacks of documents. Hidden accounts. And a final letter.
Her father’s handwriting.
But before she could read it—
A voice came from behind her.
Cold. Familiar.
“I see you finally found it.”
Isabella turned slowly.
Her uncle stood in the shadows.
Smiling.
And holding a gun.
