Chapter 7 - Vivian’s Desperate Attempt To Flee The Manhattan Gala Fails
As the guards hauled Carter away, Vivian grabbed her designer handbag and tried to slip quietly toward the service corridor.
“Where do you think you’re going, Vivian?” Arthur’s cold, commanding voice echoed clearly across the cavernous room.
Vivian froze in her tracks, turning around with a frantic, fake smile plastered across her trembling red lips.
“I... I suddenly remembered an urgent board meeting I have to attend downtown, Mr. Vance,” Vivian lied poorly.
Two security guards stepped smoothly into her path, blocking the corridor with absolute, unyielding professional indifference.
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“You’re not going anywhere until my granddaughter’s medical evaluation is completed,” Arthur ordered, walking toward her.
Vivian looked trapped like a cornered animal, her expensive jewelry clinking nervously against her shaking wrists.
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