Chapter 6
Back in the luxurious living room, Margaret stood quietly by the window, watching the distant driveway through the glass panes.
Victoria sat on the sofa, her crimson red halter-neck dress stained with tears as she stared blankly at the expensive Persian rug.
Julian walked back into the room, holding the manila folder securely in his left hand while his right hand gripped the silver cross.
"The federal marshals are five minutes away, Victoria," Julian announced calmly, his voice echoing off the vaulted ceilings.
"You can spend those five minutes explaining to a federal judge how you planned to liquidate my multi-billion-dollar trust."
Victoria looked up, her haughty expression replaced by a hollow, broken shell of absolute defeat.
"We gave you everything... we raised you as a prince among the American elite," Victoria whispered pathetically.
"You raised me in a cage of deception while profiting off the destruction of my real family," Julian corrected her with icy precision.
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The heavy front doors suddenly swung open, echoing the sound of heavy boots marching across the grand marble foyer.
Three federal marshals in tactical gear entered the living room, their badges gleaming under the crystal chandelier.
