Chapter 4
"It's over, Marcus; your offshore accounts have been frozen, and the district attorney has the audio recordings of your confession," Clara declared firmly.
Marcus froze midway, the knife trembling slightly in his grip as the terrifying reality of his imminent corporate and legal downfall crashed down.
"You recording device... where did you hide a recording device?" Marcus demanded, his voice cracking with sudden, unadulterated terror.
"In the lining of my maternity dress, manufactured right here in the United States, streamed live to my attorney's cloud server," Clara revealed.
Elena screamed in pure rage, lunging forward with her manicured nails outstretched to rip the fabric from Clara's chest in a blind frenzy.
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Sarah moved with lightning speed, swinging the heavy silver candelabra horizontally and blocking Elena’s path with bone-jarring authority.
The older woman stumbled backward, tripping over the edge of the oriental rug and crashing heavily against the mahogany sideboard with a loud thud.
