Chapter 3

“I am giving you both exactly sixty seconds to get out of my house before I call the estate security,” Chloe commanded.
Vanessa gasped, her hands flying to her throat as if the very oxygen had been sucked out of the luxurious room.
“You can’t do this to us, Chloe! We are your blood! We are family!” Vanessa shrieked, abandoning all her arrogant pride.
“Family doesn't throw a grieving daughter onto the marble floor on the day of her father's funeral,” Chloe replied without blinking.
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Mr. Sterling pulled a sleek silver smartphone from his pocket and pressed a single button on speed dial.
Within seconds, four towering security guards in tactical black uniforms marched through the mahogany double doors, their expressions utterly ruthless.