Chapter 8 - Victoria Screams As Federal Marshals Enter The Room
Before the security guards could escort Victoria through the heavy oak doors, the grand entrance swung open with a loud bang.
Three armed U.S. Marshals in tactical gear strode into the opulent dining hall, their badges gleaming under the lights.
“Federal warrants for Victoria Vance and Marcus Sterling on charges of conspiracy, poisoning, and corporate wire fraud,” the lead marshal announced.
Victoria stopped struggling against the private guards, her eyes widening in sheer terror as she stared at the federal badges.
“No... no, this is a local civil dispute! You have no jurisdiction over my personal estate!” she screamed hysterically.
“When corporate embezzlement crosses interstate wire lines, federal oversight takes absolute precedence,” the marshal stated flatly.
They slapped heavy steel handcuffs onto Victoria’s wrists with a sharp, echoing snap that silenced the entire room.
She was hauled backward toward the open doors, her designer burgundy silk gown dragging across the pristine floor.
Julian stood tall, watching her departure with the unwavering gaze of a man who had reclaimed his power.
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The American flag by the window snapped quietly, standing witness to the restoration of justice in the house of Vance.
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