Chapter 11 - THE CARIBBEAN AMBUSH
The black armored SUV raced along the coastal highway toward George Town under the cover of midnight.
Inside the vehicle, Victoria adjusted her diamond earrings, her expression carved from absolute stone.
"Mr. Vance senior is currently dining at the private yacht club," the local attorney reported from the front seat.
"Let's crash his dinner party," Victoria said, closing her tablet with a sharp snap.
Ten minutes later, the SUV pulled up to the exclusive Marlin Yacht Club overlooking the glowing marina.
Patrons in white linen suits and designer evening gowns sipped cocktails under tiki torches and string lights.
Victoria walked through the open-air pavilion, her emerald silk slip dress replaced by a sharp, tailored white pantsuit.
Arthur flanked her left side like an impenetrable fortress, while two local marshals secured the perimeter.
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Seated at a corner VIP table overlooking the water was Charles Vance—Braden's disgraced father.
Charles froze mid-bite, his wine glass hovering halfway to his mouth as he saw Victoria walking toward him.
