Chapter 10 - Federal Marshals Surround The Estate From The Outside
Heavy combat boots crunched against the gravel driveway as a convoy of federal marshal vehicles surrounded the grand mansion.
Spotlights pierced through the tall arched windows, casting dancing shadows across the crystal chandelier overhead.
The massive oak front doors swung open with a resounding bang, admitting a squad of armed tactical officers in black gear.
“Perimeter secure! All exits locked down! No unauthorized personnel moving on the grounds!” a team leader shouted loudly.
The stepmother shrieked as she was hauled toward the open doors by two female federal corrections officers.
“Let go of me! Do you know who my family is? My father is a senator!” she lied frantically into the cold night air.
“Your father disowned you five years ago when you stole his foundation funds,” a marshal muttered, shoving her into the van.
Jonathan watched from the staircase as his carefully constructed dynasty was dismantled piece by piece before his eyes.
He reached into his breast pocket for his vintage gold pocket watch, but a federal agent gently slapped his hand away.
“No personal items, Mr. Vance; you’re entering federal custody under maximum security protocol,” the agent instructed coldly.
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The old man finally surrendered, his shoulders slumping in total defeat as the silver handcuffs clicked around his wrists.
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