CHAPTER NINETY FIVE – A CHARLATAN’S FEST

Kayla could scarcely believe the words coming out of Francis Munroe's mouth as he brandished the supposed DNA results. A sinking feeling gripped her as she watched the smug man declare his intentions to strip Lance of his life's work. "You can't do this," Lance said evenly, though Kayla could detect the undercurrent of rage simmering beneath his stoic exterior. "Those results are fraudulent and you know it." Munroe barked out a harsh laugh. "You keep telling yourself that, boy. Maybe it'll make accepting your new reality a bit easier." He turned to the ravenous reporters. "As I was saying, with proof of my paternity, I am the rightful heir to the Storm Enterprises throne. All of this..." He swept his arm out grandly. "Should have been mine from the start." The cameras flashed rapidly as Munroe soaked in the spotlight. Kayla felt nauseous watching the spectacle unfold. She risked a glance at Lance, whose jaw was tightly clenched. "Security will be escorting you out now," Lance sai