Chapter 4
The framed US flag on the luxurious living room wall gleamed under the recessed lighting, standing as a silent witness to justice.
Margaret lowered her hand, slipping the old black-and-white photograph safely back into the deep pocket of her navy blue uniform.
"The original birth certificates and adoption fraud ledgers are locked in the subterranean vault beneath the study," Margaret whispered to Julian.
"You hold the biometric key right there around your neck, son."
Julian touched the silver cross necklace once more, feeling an electric surge of purpose course through his veins.
He walked past the cowering Victoria without giving her a single glance, heading straight toward the double oak doors of the study.
"You can't go in there! That's private property!" Victoria screamed, attempting to scramble to her feet in her high heels.
Two burly estate security guards stepped into the doorway instantly, blocking Victoria's path with stony, impassive expressions.
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"Stand down, Mrs. Sterling; new ownership directives are currently being processed across all federal channels," the head guard reported crisply.
Victoria stared at the guards in absolute disbelief, realizing that her loyal security detail had already turned against her.
