Chapter 3 - Claire Attempts To Destroy The Audio Evidence In Panic
Claire’s eyes darted frantically toward the heavy double oak doors of the living room, calculating her chances of escape before Julian could call estate security.
“She was delusional, Julian! Sarah was on heavy medication before the accident! You know how unstable she was feeling back then!” Claire screamed frantically.
She lunged forward across the broken glass on the floor, reaching out with her sharp nails to snatch the silver smartphone directly from Julian’s hand.
Julian didn't flinch; he raised his right hand, catching Claire’s wrist mid-air with a crushing, iron grip that brought her to her knees instantly.
“Don't touch me, and don't ever put your hands near my daughter again,” Julian warned softly, his voice devoid of any remaining human warmth or hesitation.
Claire winced in agony, her knees pressing against the cold marble tiles right beside the deep red puddle of spilled wine and broken crystal glass shards.
“Victor is waiting in the driveway right now with the estate transfer documents!” Claire shrieked, her arrogant composure completely collapsing into pure, unadulterated panic.
“If you don't sign over Sarah’s offshore shipping accounts by midnight, Victor will release the modified corporate tax records to the federal authorities!”
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Julian let go of her wrist, pushing her away with absolute disdain as he stood up, lifting seven-year-old Emma gently into his arms like precious cargo.
“Let him release them,” Julian replied coldly. “My legal team at Sterling Global has been waiting for Victor to make his final move for three years.”
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