Chapter 13 - Federal Agents Corner The Mastermind In The Master Suite
Victoria backed away until her heels hit the decorative stone balustrade, the stormy sea churning violently far below her.
Agent Vance stepped out onto the balcony, holding his badge out clearly as the rain soaked his tactical jacket.
“It’s over, Victoria. There is nowhere left for you to run,” Vance commanded, stepping cautiously toward her.
Victoria laughed hysterically, her designer gown soaked through and plastered against her trembling frame.
“You think Arthur wins? The offshore accounts are already transferred to my Cayman Islands shell corporation!” she shrieked.
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Arthur stepped onto the balcony behind Vance, looking at his cousin with a profound sense of disappointment and pity.
“You cared more about paper and gold than human life, Victoria,” Arthur said coldly.
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