Chapter 17 - Threat at the Gates
The following morning, a sleek silver sports car pulled up to the front security gate of the Greenwich estate.
The driver lowered his window, presenting a formal legal summons to the estate security guard.
Through the office window, Richard watched the interaction with a pair of binoculars.
"It's Victor's personal attorney," Richard muttered, his voice cold.
Richard walked down to the front gates, accompanied by two armed security guards.
The attorney stepped out of his car, wearing an expensive tailored suit and carrying a leather briefcase.
"Mr. Vance, I represent Victor Sterling," the attorney announced smoothly, offering a condescending smile.
"My client has acquired majority control of the mortgage trust holding your residential deed."
"Meaning what?" Richard asked sternly.
"Meaning my client has initiated emergency foreclosure proceedings due to minor compliance technicalities," the lawyer stated.
"You have thirty days to vacate this estate, or my client will take physical possession through the court marshal."
Richard took the legal document, scanning the predatory clauses written in dense legal jargon.
"Tell Victor he can bring all the lawyers he wants," Richard declared, tearing the document in half.
"He will never step foot on this property as long as I am breathing."
The lawyer's smile faded into a cold sneer.
"Victor warned me you would say that, Commander Vance," the lawyer whispered menacingly.
"He asked me to remind you that accidents happen very easily on rainy Connecticut roads."
Richard grabbed the lawyer by his lapels, pulling him tight against the wrought-iron gate.
"If you or Victor come anywhere near my son or Maria, you won't live to see a courtroom," Richard growled lethal threats.
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He shoved the lawyer back into his car, watching the vehicle speed away into the morning fog.
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