Chapter 6 - Federal Agents Surround The Ballroom
Before Marcus could pick himself up off the floor, heavy double doors burst open once more from the service corridor.
A dozen federal marshals poured into the grand ballroom, their heavy tactical boots clacking sharply against the marble.
“Marcus Kincaid and Vivian Sterling, you are under arrest for securities fraud, corporate embezzlement, and extortion,” the lead agent stated.
Marcus looked up in sheer horror as shiny steel handcuffs were slammed onto his wrists with brutal, uncompromising efficiency.
“This is a mistake! My father is Arthur Kincaid! He won't let you do this!” Marcus screamed, thrashing against the officers.
“Your father is the one who handed us the forensic audit leading to your arrest this morning,” the agent replied smoothly.
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Arthur stood watching quietly, his hands resting inside his pockets as his ungrateful son was dragged across the floor.
The socialites who had fawned over Marcus just an hour ago now turned their backs, refusing to make eye contact with him.
