Arrogant Virginia CEO Shocked When Housewife Wife Exposes Military Intelligence Cover Collapsing Billion Empire Stripping Traitor Fortune To Settle Scores
CHAPTER 2
The heavy, suffocating silence inside Courtroom Four stretched thin as the two-star Army General's voice continued to echo off the tall marble walls.
Adrian stood frozen beside his lead attorney, his hands trembling so violently that he dropped his designer fountain pen, sending black ink splattering across his custom Tom Ford suit trousers.
Beside him, Paige Ellison gasped loudly, clutching her expensive leather handbag against her chest as her face turned completely translucent with pure, unadulterated terror.
"Is... is this a joke?!" Adrian yelled hysterically, pointing a shaking finger at the two armed U.S. Military Police officers holding heavy tactical batons. "Your Honor! You can't allow these people to disrupt a civil family court proceeding! This is completely illegal!"
Judge Henry Calder did not hit his gavel. Instead, he carefully adjusted his wire-rimmed glasses, reading the red-stamped federal indictment resting on his bench with grim, absolute absorption.
"Mr. Hollis," Judge Calder spoke, his voice dropping into a razor-sharp, icy register that silenced the entire courtroom. "General Marcus Vance is the Commanding Officer of the United States Army Intelligence and Security Command."
"If General Vance states that this court has been superseded by federal national security jurisdiction, then your civil divorce trial is officially suspended," Judge Calder added, looking down at my husband with cold, unyielding detachment.
Major General Vance stepped forward, his polished dress shoes clicking heavily against the oak floorboards as he looked down at my husband with absolute disgust.
"Adrian Hollis, you are being placed under federal custody pursuant to Title 18 of the United States Code for treason, unauthorized dissemination of classified logistics infrastructure, and illegal corporate espionage," General Vance announced firmly.
"No! No!" Paige shrieked, backing away toward the wooden spectator rail as if proximity to Adrian would infect her with his total ruin. "I don't know anything about this! I'm just his VP of Communications! I was just following his orders!"
Two female bailiffs instantly stepped behind Paige, placing their hands on their holstered sidearms as they instructed her to remain completely stationary.
Adrian turned frantically toward his lead attorney, grabbing the man's expensive lapels with desperate, sweat-soaked palms. "Do something, Richard! I pay your firm three thousand dollars an hour! Tell them they can't do this to me!"
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Richard frantically flipped through his thick legal binders, but his hands were shaking so uncontrollably that papers flew across the plaintiff's table like falling snow.
"Mr. Hollis... if... if these documents are authenticated by federal authority," Richard stammered, his confident shark-like persona completely disintegrating, "our firm cannot legally represent you against treason charges."
