The stranger turned his head, his sharp jawline and piercing eyes finally coming into full view under the deck lights. He held the gold watch firmly in his gloved palm, letting the ticking gear mechanism hum between them like a counting clock for Margaret's impending doom. Did you really think you could sink my family's truth into the ocean, Margaret? his deep, authoritative voice resonated across the entire deck. Margaret gasped, her hands flying to her throat as if she had just seen a ghost from her past. The guests whispered in widespread panic, realizing that the man standing before them was Arthur Vance—the rightful heir who had vanished five years ago under suspicious circumstances. Arthur reached down with his free hand, gently helping Lily to her feet before fixing his cold, unyielding gaze back onto Margaret. The golden watch in his hand kept ticking, signaling that the reign of the fake matriarch had officially come to a dramatic end.