Chapter 6
Ethan staggered backward until his spine slammed hard against the mahogany bookshelf, dropping his crystal glass to the floor.
"You can't do this! Do you know who my father-in-law is—" Ethan started to yell before biting his tongue in sudden terror.
"Your former father-in-law, Mr. Vance," Marcus Thorne corrected smoothly, stepping out from behind the federal marshals.
Marcus walked into the penthouse living room as if he owned the entire building, adjusting his gold-rimmed glasses.
"Mr. Arthur Sterling terminated all familial and business affiliations on behalf of Mrs. Clara Vance thirty minutes ago," Marcus stated coldly.
Eleanor rushed forward, her face twisted in absolute fury as she pointed a manicured finger at the attorney.
"You arrogant little hack! My son is the CEO of Vance Holdings! You cannot walk into our home like this!" Eleanor shrieked.
Marcus didn't even blink; he simply motioned to a federal agent standing near the doorway with a digital scanner.
"Begin the asset inventory of all unregistered offshore accounts and physical securities stored on the premises," Marcus ordered crisply.
"Every painting, luxury vehicle, and designer watch registered under Vance Holdings is now federal property."
Ethan gripped his dark hair with both hands, sliding down the wooden bookshelf until he was kneeling on the Persian rug.
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"Clara... she did this," Ethan whispered, the horrifying realization finally crushing his inflated ego.
"She called her father."
