Chapter 9 - Returning To The Mansion With Armed Private Security
By noon, a convoy of three black SUVs bearing private security decals pulled up to our sprawling Atlanta estate. I sat in the passenger seat of the lead vehicle, wearing a sharp black pantsuit and dark designer sunglasses. Richard had arranged for four armed security operatives and two Fulton County sheriff deputies to accompany us.
We rolled through the wrought-iron security gates, coming to a halt directly in front of the grand double front doors. Jeffrey’s luxury sports car was parked in the driveway, alongside his mistress's red convertible.
I stepped out of the vehicle first, walking up the stone steps with the confidence of an apex predator. Before I could even raise my hand to knock, the front door swung open violently.
Jeffrey stood in the entryway looking disheveled, holding his cell phone with a furious expression on his face. "Claire! Where the hell have you been? My credit card just got declined at the country club!" Jeffrey roared.
"Shut your mouth, Jeffrey, and step aside," I commanded, gesturing for the security team to fan out across the foyer. Noelle appeared behind him down the hallway, her face turning pale as she saw the sheriff deputies standing behind me.
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"What is the meaning of this outrage?" Noelle shrieked, clutching her pearls in absolute panic. "Are those police officers standing in my foyer?"
"This is no longer your home, Noelle, and those officers are here to escort you and your little guests off the premises," I replied coldly.
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