Chapter 8
“This is a total asset foreclosure,” I declared, my words echoing like gunshots across the silent hall.
“Effective at 9:00 PM tonight, Julian Harrison has been removed as Chief Executive Officer due to severe breach of contract.”
“His corporate accounts have been frozen, his personal credit guarantees revoked, and his firm absorbed.”
Pandemonium erupted in the ballroom as reporters began snapping hundreds of photos of Julian’s pale face.
Victoria backed away from Julian as if he were covered in plague, silently slipping toward the exit doors.
“No!” Julian screamed, breaking past the velvet rope and sprinting toward the stage.
“Clara! Stop this! You can’t do this to me!”
The security team tackled Julian to the floor right in front of the stage, pinning his arms behind his back.
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Evelyn rushed forward, her golden gown trailing in the spilled scotch on the floor.
“Clara! You disgraceful girl!” Evelyn shrieked hysterically. “He is your husband! You owe him everything!”
