Chapter 3 - Arthur Realizes His Fatal Mistake
“Elena,” Arthur choked out, taking a frantic step forward with his hands raised in surrender.
“Please, let him up. This is a misunderstanding. We were just joking around.”
I didn't move an inch.
“Your definition of a joke involves physical assault and degradation, Arthur,” I said, locking eyes with my father-in-law.
Harrison Cole stepped closer, lifting his heavy wooden cane to point directly at Arthur’s chest.
“You spent three months begging for fifty million dollars from my hedge fund, Arthur,” Harrison stated coldly.
“You promised your family represented elite breeding, discipline, and uncompromising standards.”
“Instead, you invite thugs who attack active-duty combat officers at your own dinner table.”
Arthur staggered backward as if he had been physically struck by Harrison’s words.
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“Mr. Cole... please, we can explain everything,” Arthur stammered, sweat beading across his forehead.
“There is nothing left to explain,” Harrison replied, turning his back on the trembling venture capitalist.
