Chapter 6 - Facing the Matriarch
Eleanor stepped down from the helicopter with agonizing slowness, smoothing the lapels of her burgundy red pantsuit with shaking hands.
“Assaulting a Calloway will cost you everything you own, Richard,” Eleanor stated coldly, trying to mask her inner terror.
“You lost the right to threaten anyone the moment you tied my pregnant daughter to a helicopter harness,” Richard growled quietly.
He raised his sidearm, keeping the barrel trained dead center on Eleanor’s chest without a single tremor in his grip.
“Where is Claire?” Richard demanded, his voice dropping into a dangerous, icy whisper that chilled the desert air.
Eleanor scoffed, lifting her chin with arrogant defiance despite the overwhelming odds stacked against her.
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“She fell off the rooftop terrace during a tragic accident... nothing more, nothing less,” Eleanor lied smoothly through her teeth.
At that exact moment, the rear hatch of the helicopter popped open, revealing Claire safely huddled inside with her harness unclipped.
