CHAPTER 6
Before Mark could question the butler’s cryptic warning, the heavy iron security gates at the front entrance swung wide open with a sharp mechanical groan. A sleek motorcade of four black armored SUVs swept up the circular driveway, their tires crunching loudly against the pristine gravel.
Mark stood up abruptly from the dining table, walking toward the floor-to-ceiling windows to inspect the unexpected invasion of his private property. Uniformed federal marshals spilled out of the lead vehicles, forming a precise perimeter around the grand entrance of the mansion.
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Trailing closely behind them was a fleet of black legal sedans bearing the insignia of New York’s most elite corporate litigation firm. Victoria rushed down the staircase in a silk robe, her face pale with sudden, unmasked panic as she spotted the law enforcement vehicles outside.
“Mark! Call the local police! Who authorized these people on our grounds?!” Victoria shrieked, her voice cracking with sudden, hysterical terror.
