Chapter 4 - EXILED FROM THE KINGDOM
The security guards stationed at the wrought-iron estate gates received a priority radio transmission from Arthur himself.
"Escort Mr. Vance off the property immediately," Arthur commanded into his lapel microphone.
Two burly security operatives in dark suits stepped forward, grabbing Braden firmly by his navy blue suit jacket.
"Get your hands off me! Do you know who my father is?" Braden screamed, thrashing wildly against their grip.
"We work for the majority shareholder now, Mr. Vance," the lead guard replied coldly, dragging him toward the driveway.
Victoria watched the spectacle without a single ounce of pity in her sharp, tear-stained eyes.
The string lights twinkled overhead as the tail lights of Braden's sports car vanished down the private coastal road.
Arthur walked over to Victoria, pouring himself a glass of bourbon from the crystal decanter on the table.
"You handled that with absolute grace, Victoria," Arthur noted, clinking his glass gently against hers.
"Grace was for the old Victoria, Arthur," she replied, her gaze fixed on the dark horizon. "The new Victoria demands unconditional surrender."
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"The board meeting in Manhattan is scheduled for nine o'clock tomorrow morning," Arthur reminded her with a knowing smile.
"Let them prepare their defense," Victoria whispered, her emerald dress rustling as she turned toward the mansion doors.
