Chapter 9 - The Fall of Victoria Sterling
Four armed private security officers in tactical attire jogged onto the lawn, flanked by two uniformed county deputies.
Marcus did not hesitate for a fraction of a second.
He pointed toward his kneeling wife and commanded the officers to remove her from the property immediately.
He handed the county deputy the encrypted flash drive containing the complete, unedited footage of the attempted assault with a deadly weapon.
He instructed them to file formal charges for attempted murder, elder abuse, and aggravated extortion.
Victoria began to shriek, thrashing wildly as the cold metal of the handcuffs clicked around her delicate wrists.
Her designer shoes fell off onto the grass as the officers lifted her from the lawn and dragged her down the winding gravel driveway.
Her screams echoed through the tranquil neighborhood, promising revenge and screaming curses at everyone who had turned against her.
None of the fifty elite guests uttered a single word in her defense.
Marcus turned his gaze upon the crowd of socialites and executives who had stood by and watched his mother face death.
He announced that the celebration was permanently over and that every business contract linked to those present would be reviewed by his legal team by morning.
He ordered them off his land within five minutes before he had his guards escort them out under threat of criminal trespass.
The terrace emptied in absolute panic as high-society cowards scrambled toward the valet station to flee the estate.
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Within minutes, the vast, luxurious backyard was stripped of its false glamour and hollow laughter.
Only the sound of the gentle garden fountain remained, bubbling quietly beneath the lowering sun.
