Chapter 7 - Private Security Secures The Perimeter Of The Mansion
Marcus, the head of estate security, strode into the dining room flanked by two tactical guards in dark suits.
He took in the ruined table, the spilled soup, and the lingering hostility with practiced professional calm.
“Mr. Vance, the guests have all cleared the perimeter gates. Do you require us to escort Mrs. Vance upstairs?” Marcus asked.
Thomas nodded, keeping his eyes fixed on his mother, who stood refusing to budge an inch from her spot.
“Escort my mother to her private west-wing quarters, Marcus. She is restricted from entering this floor indefinitely,” Thomas ordered.
Eleanor whipped her head around, glaring at the chief security officer with unbridled fury in her eyes.
“Don't you dare touch me, you hired mercenary! I founded this security detail!” Eleanor shrieked at Marcus.
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Marcus didn't blink or hesitate, stepping forward respectfully but firmly to block her path toward the dining room exit.
“I take my operational orders from the head of the household now, Mrs. Vance. Please cooperate,” Marcus stated flatly.
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