Chapter 3
Nathan stood back up, towering over Elena with an intimidating presence that made the malicious woman shrink back against the dark mahogany bookshelf.
"Pack every single one of your designer bags within the hour, or I will have security throw your belongings into the street," Nathan ordered.
Elena's face twisted from feigned panic into a flash of sharp, unmasked malice that betrayed her true, toxic nature.
"You think you can discard me like old trash? My family name and legal connections will tear your corporate empire apart!" she hissed viciously.
"Try it, Elena; my legal team has been waiting for an excuse to dismantle your financial hooks from my estate for months," Nathan replied flatly.
He walked over to the landline telephone on the antique desk, dialing the private security gate directly to enforce immediate lockdown protocols.
"This is Nathan Sterling; lock all perimeter gates and revoke Mrs. Sterling's biometric access cards across the entire property immediately," he directed.
Elena lunged forward toward the door, but two private security guards in dark suits instantly stepped into the room, blocking her path completely.
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"Step aside, you hired thugs! I am the mistress of this house!" Elena shrieked, hammering her fists against the guards' broad shoulders in rage.
The guards didn't flinch, standing like stone statues as they awaited Nathan's final command to escort the disgraced woman from the premises.
