Chapter 8 - Kicking The Parasite Family Out Of The Mansion
I wrenched my arm away from Michael’s grip with enough force to send him stumbling backward against the buffet table.
“You’re not offering me a settlement, Michael; you’re trying to buy a ticket out of a federal penitentiary,” I said loudly.
Jennifer reappeared from the back hallway, having just realized her mother and brother were trapped in the middle of a disaster.
“You can't kick us out of this house! Our names are on the secondary estate deeds!” Jennifer shrieked at the top of her lungs.
“The deeds were purchased using corporate shell accounts tied directly to my overseas restaurant revenue,” I stated calmly.
“My legal team filed emergency asset freeze orders on every single bank account associated with this household twenty minutes ago.”
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As if on cue, the heavy front doors swung open wide to reveal two uniformed Dallas police officers standing on the porch.
Margaret clutched her pearls, her high-society facade finally crumbling into a puddle of hysterical, aged desperation.
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