Chapter 17 - Bianca’s Wealthy Relatives Try To Intervene Very Quietly
Two days before the preliminary court hearing, an unexpected visitor pulled up through our newly upgraded security gates.
A sleek black luxury sedan stopped in front of the grand entrance, and an older, distinguished gentleman stepped out wearing a tailored bespoke suit.
I watched him from the second-story balcony as he approached the front doors and pressed the bronze doorbell.
I walked downstairs, opened the heavy oak door myself, and looked down at the man standing on my porch.
“Mr. DeLuca? I’m Arthur Vance, Bianca’s uncle,” the man introduced himself in a low, measured tone. “Can we speak privately?”
“You have five minutes before I call security to escort you off my property,” I replied coldly, stepping aside to let him into the foyer.
He stepped inside, clasping his hands together nervously as he looked around the grand marble hallway.
“Look, Julian... Bianca made a terrible mistake, a catastrophic lapse in judgment,” he began smoothly.
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“Attempted murder is not a lapse in judgment, Mr. Vance,” I interrupted, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Name your price,” he offered quietly, leaning in. “A financial settlement, silent withdrawal of charges... we can make this entire scandal disappear.”
