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My family arrived in San Maro like an invading army, checking into a rival hotel and immediately demanding a meeting at the palace. Prince Leopold agreed to host the meeting in a neutral conference room, though he made it clear that he was firmly on my side.
“There is nothing to explain, Dad, because Grandpa made these decisions years before he even got sick,” I said while I laid out the documentation. I showed them the dates on the transfers and the signatures that had been witnessed by government officials.…continue reading …
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