Chapter 11 - A Corrupt Doctor Tied To The Fatal Scheme
Vivienne slumped into the leather armchair, covering her tear-stained face with her manicured, shaking hands.
“I didn’t mean to kill her... I just wanted her to disappear so she wouldn't ruin our engagement and my social standing,” she cried.
“You paid Doctor Harrison to falsify the autopsy and administer the paralytic compound while she slept,” Damian deduced grimly.
“He needed money to cover his gambling debts in Atlantic City; it was supposed to look like a natural stroke!” she confessed.
The audio recording of her confession automatically saved to the estate’s secure cloud server via Damian’s open laptop.
Marco stepped forward, sliding cold steel handcuffs around Vivienne’s wrists with practiced, emotionless efficiency.
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“Vivienne Caldwell, you are under arrest for conspiracy, corporate espionage, and first-degree murder,” Marco announced clearly.
She stared at the metal cuffs in disbelief, realizing that her multi-million-dollar wedding dreams had turned into a prison sentence.
