Billionaire Heir Crushes His Cousin’s Only Inhaler at Their Grandfather’s Funeral—Then One Black Remote Makes His Phone Explode With Alerts

He said:

“They disagreed.”

Rebecca had notes.

Meeting in Grandfather’s study.

Thirty-one days before death.

Damian.

Grandfather.

Rebecca.

Arthur Bell.

Grandfather said:

“Mara’s stock is not yours to promise.”

Damian:

“We need family alignment.”

Grandfather:

“Then persuade her.”

“She’s irrational about leverage.”

“Then find leverage somewhere else.”

Damian laughed.

“Interesting choice of word.”

Grandfather leaned forward.

According to Rebecca’s contemporaneous notes:

E.M.: If any document leaves this office suggesting Mara has agreed when she has not, I will personally block the facility. Do not touch her shares.

There.

That was what I meant beside the coffin.

Not a prophecy.

A business warning.

Damian knew.

He argued later that no final document violated it.

Maybe technically.

But the financing process kept carrying my shares as expected collateral.

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And someone inserted my prior signature image into a draft.

Grandfather saw enough to create the duress protocol.

Chapter 13 - THE GRANDFATHER WARNINGDamian denied Grandfather “warned” him.