Chapter 3
The security operatives moved with military precision, blocking every exit route and cutting off the staircase before Julian could even blink. "You cannot arrest us! We are the sole majority shareholders of Vance Global Enterprises!" Julian shouted, his voice cracking with rising hysteria. Liam stepped closer to the bottom of the grand marble stairs, his leather shoes clicking sharply against the polished stone floor. "A majority shareholding means nothing when the Department of Justice has already seized your offshore accounts for embezzlement and fraud," Liam stated flatly.
Clara looked up from the floor, her frail hands trembling as federal medics rushed through the side entrance with an emergency stretcher. "Take care of her, get her to Manhattan Presbyterian immediately," Liam instructed without breaking eye contact with the petrified men above. The medics gently lifted the elderly woman onto the stretcher, wrapping a warm blanket around her plum-purple dress as they wheeled her away. Julian watched them leave with growing terror, realizing that his entire multi-million-dollar inheritance was slipping through his shaking fingers.
