The opulent boardroom, with its polished mahogany table and panoramic city views, hummed with a tense energy. Brooke and Lottie, their faces flushed with anticipation, sat opposite a phalanx of stern-faced lawyers and the imposing figures of Ophelia and Edward. The air crackled with unspoken accusations and simmering resentments.
Their hired lawyer, Mr. Finch, a man with a sharp suit and an even sharper mind, had laid out their case with practiced precision. He had presented the evidence, the birth certificates, the fragmented family history, all pointing to Brooke's claim as the rightful heir of Maeve Welhaven. The Welhaven family lawyers, their expressions carefully neutral, listened intently, their pens scratching across legal pads, their eyes assessing every detail.
