Emily’s POV

The High Court of Justice in London looked like something straight out of a gothic movie. Dark oak paneling, soaring stained-glass windows, and stern judges sitting in heavy wool wigs and black robes.

Outside, the British media was throwing an absolute fit. Headlines splashed across every newsstand in Mayfair: THE WALKER CUSTODY CLASH: CAN AMERICAN MILLIONS BEAT BRITISH BLOOD?

Inside, the air was cold enough to freeze your breath.

For three straight days, our lead British barrister, Lord Sterling, had been locked in a brutal, exhausting legal deadlock against Charlotte’s high-society legal team. And unlike Manhattan, the London court was playing by completely different, agonizingly strict rules.

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