Chapter 5 - Margaret Realizes The Grave Mistake
Margaret stared at Elena’s unwavering expression, a sudden, cold knot of dread twisting tightly in her stomach.
She remembered rumors of Elena’s estranged family background, though Julian had assured her years ago that the ties were completely severed.
“What uncle are you talking about, Elena?” Margaret demanded, her voice dropping a fraction of its previous arrogant pitch.
“You’ll find out very soon, Margaret,” Elena replied softly, stepping backward out of the guards' clumsy reach.
“Grab her! I don't care what she says!” Julian bellowed, shoving the lead guard forward toward Elena.
Before the guard could take another step, a sharp, deafening sound echoed from the front courtyard outside the mansion.
It wasn't a car backfiring or thunder from the sky; it was the unmistakable roar of heavy helicopter turbine blades.
The massive dual-rotor aircraft descended rapidly, blowing hurricane-force winds against the floor-to-ceiling dining room windows.
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Inside the dining room, the crystal chandelier began to sway violently as the glass panes rattled in their heavy frames.
Every guest at the table froze in absolute panic, turning their eyes toward the dark courtyard illuminated by searchlights.
