Chapter 4 - Locking completely down the grand banquet hall doors as heavy security forces arrive to trap every single conspiring guest inside the luxurious ballroom right now.
Heavy iron security grilles slammed shut over every window and exit door of the banquet hall, sealing the opulent room tight.
Several prominent socialites shrieked in outrage as armed guards positioned themselves strategically around the perimeter of the ballroom.
"You cannot detain us! We are members of the city council and corporate board directors!" a terrified real estate developer yelled.
"Nobody leaves this building until federal agents complete a full identity and asset verification scan," the lead marshal announced firmly.
Marcus wiped a bead of cold sweat from his forehead, his navy blue suit feeling like a suffocating straitjacket under the bright lights.
He knew that the financial records linking him to Jessica's offshore embezzlement schemes were currently sitting on his unprotected laptop.
Clara walked slowly toward her husband, her posture regal and unyielding as she looked down at the man she once trusted blindly.
"You thought my pregnancy made me weak, Marcus, but it only made me see your true, treacherous colors," Clara stated coldly.
Marcus tried to force a weak smile, his lips twitching nervously as he reached out to grab Clara's outstretched wrist.
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Clara stepped back smoothly, letting federal agents rush past her to pin Marcus's arms behind his back in cold steel handcuffs.
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