CHAPTER 493: TABLE TURNS

Juliana drummed her fingers on the steering wheel, staring at the sea of brake lights ahead. New York traffic was relentless, and she knew she wouldn't be moving. As she glanced around, something caught her eye—a man pushing a wheelbarrow along the sidewalk. There was something familiar about his posture and the way he moved. Her heart skipped a beat when she recognized him. "Stanley?" she muttered, craning her neck for a better look. Indeed, it was Stanley, the man who had once been at the helm of the powerful Gracias company. Her curiosity piqued, and Juliana decided to follow him. She maneuvered her car into a side street, found a parking spot, and exited. Keeping a distance, she trailed Stanley as he turned into an old building. She entered quietly, the scent of fresh cement and hammering filling the air. She moved through the half-constructed hallways until she found Stanley among a group of bricklayers, his face smeared with dust and sweat. When Stanley saw her, he froze, show