Chapter 4
Before Richard could respond, the heavy glass entrance doors of the showroom slammed open with violent force.
A thirty-year-old man in a tailored designer suit strode inside, flanked by two bulky bodyguards carrying tactical concealed holsters.
It was Chad Vance, Richard's arrogant son and the ruthless Chief Operating Officer of Vance Development.
"Dad! What the hell is going on?!" Chad shouted, marching toward the center of the showroom floor.
"Our corporate bank accounts just got frozen by federal receivers!" Chad yelled, pointing aggressively at the dealership staff.
Richard reached out a trembling hand to stop his son. "Chad, stop... don't say another word!"
Chad ignored his father, his furious gaze locking onto Mateo in his simple olive bomber jacket.
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"Who is this peasant?" Chad barked, stepping directly into Mateo's personal space while his bodyguards moved into flanking positions.
"Did this street trash insult you, Dad?" Chad demanded, reaching inside his suit jacket toward his concealed firearm.
