Chapter 12
Victoria’s shocked expression instantly hardened into a mask of venomous, arrogant rage.
"You think you can trap me with paper documents, William?!" Victoria sneered, reaching into her leather handbag.
Before she could pull her hand out, Clara moved with lightning speed, vaulting across the boardroom table.
Clara grabbed Victoria's wrist, twisting it back until a small silver derringer pistol dropped onto the carpet.
Clara forced Victoria down against the mahogany table, snapping heavy steel handcuffs around her wrists in one fluid motion.
"Victoria Vance, you are under arrest for attempted murder, high-level corporate espionage, and treason!" Clara declared.
The senior board members scrambled out of their seats, raising their hands as federal agents secured the room.
Victoria glared at Clara with pure, toxic hatred as she was pulled up from the table.
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"You ruined everything, you little servant!" Victoria spat out.
"I didn't ruin anything," Clara replied softly, looking her dead in the eye. "You destroyed yourself the moment you put a price on your child's life."
