Chapter 7 - Four Elite Bodyguards Secure The Grand Vance Mansion
The lead special agent snapped his radio to his shoulder, barking rapid tactical commands into the encrypted comms device.
“Team Alpha, seal all perimeter gates, cut the external comms grid, and secure the airspace above the estate,” he ordered.
Outside the massive wrought-iron gates, the heavy rumble of armored federal transport vehicles echoed through the private driveway.
Flashing red and blue lights painted the manicured lawns and fountains in a stark, unforgiving patriotic glare.
Staff members and housemaids peeked fearfully from the dining room doors, witnessing the sudden downfall of the household tyrants.
“No one enters or leaves without Director Vance’s explicit authorization,” the agent instructed the secondary tactical backup team.
Arthur carried little Lily toward the plush velvet sofa in the grand parlor, setting her down gently among embroidered pillows.
“Stay right here with Daddy for just a moment, sweet angel; I need to have a final word with your grandfather,” Arthur promised.
Lily nodded bravely, wiping away her remaining tears with the sleeve of her little cardigan sweater.
Arthur turned around, his expression as unyielding as granite as he walked back toward the base of the grand staircase.
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Jonathan stood stranded on the steps, abandoned by his enforcers and stripped of his untouchable corporate immunity.
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