Chapter 4
Marcus scoffed, crossing his arms defensively over his designer blazer. "You don't give orders here anymore, Caleb. The family trust and all residential properties were legally transferred to us yesterday afternoon."
"Legally transferred through physical coercion, medical battery, and forged power-of-attorney documents," Caleb stated coldly, pulling out a digital recorder and placing it on the table. "Would you like me to play Sarah's medical trauma report first, or the federal wiretap transcripts?"
Evelyn's face drained of color, her aristocratic posture faltering as she stared at the flashing red light of the recording device. "You are bluffing, Caleb. There are no wiretaps; you were thousands of miles away."
"Military intelligence doesn't need to be physically present to monitor a domestic threat," Caleb replied smoothly, leaning down and resting his knuckles on the table. "You abused an American citizen, and you targeted my wife."
"She is a gold-digger who didn't deserve a single cent of the Vance family fortune!" Evelyn hissed, her mask of polite composure completely shattering into bitter fury. "We simply reclaimed what rightfully belongs to our bloodline!"
"Our bloodline is officially severed as of five minutes ago," Caleb declared, his eyes locking onto his mother with a dead, terrifying glare. "The federal marshals are currently freezing every corporate account, shell company, and personal asset you possess."
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Marcus lunged forward in a blind panic, his hands slamming onto the table. "You can't do that! We have shareholders, board members, and legal protections!"
"You had legal protections until you crossed into criminal felony assault and extortion," Caleb countered, pulling a pair of heavy-duty military zip-ties from his tactical pocket. "Sit back down before I stop playing nice."
