Chapter 5 - Victoria Desperately Tries To Stall Her Forced Departure
Upstairs in the master guest suite, Victoria slammed her designer luggage onto the king-size bed in a blind fury.
“Pack faster, you idiots! We are not leaving this estate without the bearer bonds from the master safe!” she hissed at her maid.
The heavy oak door burst open without warning, and Dominic strode into the room with two estate security guards flanking him.
“You won't be needing those bonds, Victoria, unless you plan to use them as currency in a federal holding cell,” Dominic stated flatly.
Victoria spun around, forcing a seductive smile onto her face as she glided smoothly across the imported Persian carpet toward him.
“Dominic, darling, don't be ridiculous! It was just a misunderstanding regarding corporate tax restructuring!” she purred, touching his lapel.
Dominic caught her wrist firmly, stopping her advance and pushing her hand away with absolute disgust.
“Don't ever touch me again. My legal team audited those routing numbers five minutes ago; every single cent points directly to you,” he warned.
Victoria’s seductive facade crumbled instantly, replaced by a mask of pure, unadulterated venom and hatred.
“You think you’re so untouchable in this beachfront mansion, don't you? You have no idea what’s coming for you!” she shrieked.
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Dominic nodded to his guards, who stepped forward and relieved her of her diamond-encrusted handbag and master key card.
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