CHAPTER 4
Juliette burst into the study behind Estelle, her high heels clicking frantically across the hardwood floor as her makeup ran down her flushed cheeks.
"Estelle! He has a recording!" Juliette shrieked, clutching her designer handbag against her stomach like a shield. "He recorded what I said by the pool! The police are going to arrest me!"
Estelle turned her head, casting a look of pure, toxic disgust toward Juliette that instantly cut the younger woman's panicked shouting short.
"Shut your foolish mouth, Juliette," Estelle commanded coldly, smoothing down her sapphire dress. "You acted like an amateur, and now you will let the adults handle the situation."
Christopher reached into his coat, pulling out his secure smartphone and hitting speed-dial for his private legal advisor, Marcus Vance, who was standing by in downtown Los Angeles.
"Marcus," Christopher spoke clearly into the speaker, keeping his eyes locked onto his mother. "Activate the emergency trust preservation protocol and send the Los Angeles Police Department tactical unit to the estate immediately."
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Estelle’s eyes narrowed into dangerous slits as she reached into her desk drawer, pulling out a small, silver velvet box containing a secondary flash drive.
"You think you've won because you saved the girl, Christopher?" Estelle laughed softly, a terrifying sound that sent chills down his spine. "I hold the original deeds to every offshore holding account in your father's name; if I go down, I take every cent of the family fortune with me into the abyss."
