Chapter 6
Victoria lunged forward from the sofa, attempting to grab Richard's arm in a desperate, frantic display of manipulative begging.
"You can't do this to me, Richard! I am your wife! I helped you host those charity galas!" Victoria cried, tears streaming down her face.
Richard shook her off with a violent flick of his shoulder, looking down at her as if she were a disgusting insect on his shoe.
"My wife died the moment you decided to abuse my daughter; to me, you are nothing more than a criminal trespasser," Richard stated flatly.
Heavy, synchronized footsteps echoed from the grand foyer as four armed private security operatives in dark suits entered the conservatory.
"Mr. Sterling, the perimeter is locked down, and the digital evidence has been successfully backed up to our secure vault," the lead agent reported.
"Escort this woman to the guest quarters and ensure she does not touch a single communication device until authorities arrive," Richard directed.
The operatives moved with swift, mechanical efficiency, grabbing Victoria by her silk sleeves and hauling her away from the velvet sofa.
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"Let go of me! Richard, you'll regret this! You'll never see your offshore accounts again!" Victoria shrieked as she was dragged out.
The heavy double doors slammed shut behind her, plunging the sunlit conservatory back into a tense, heavy, and profound silence.
