CHAPTER 78

LUCAS'S POV

The private terminal at Geneva International Airport was wet with grey morning rain as our armored black SUV rolled to a smooth stop outside the private aviation hangar.

The air in Switzerland was crisp, cold, and sharp, carrying the strong smell of wet pine and far-off mountain snow. It was a stark contrast to the warm, sunlit coast of Cap Ferrat, but Geneva had always been the true center of gravity for the world's hidden wealth. Here, behind heavy limestone walls and under polished marble courtrooms, empires were bought, sold, and wiped out with the stroke of a pen.

I stepped out of the vehicle first,...