Chapter 13 - Vanessa Is Placed In Handcuffs On Her Terrace
Back at the county holding facility, Vanessa sat in a sterile interrogation room wearing a standard orange jumpsuit.
Her expensive designer makeup was smeared across her cheeks from hours of hysterical, uncontrollable sobbing.
The heavy steel door swung open, and two federal marshals stepped into the room carrying thick manila folders.
“Mrs. Vale, your father’s corporate assets have just been frozen under federal racketeering statutes,” the lead marshal announced.
“That’s impossible! My family owns half of New England!” she screamed, slamming her cuffed hands against the steel table.
“Your family funded offshore accounts that laundered money for the very syndicate Evan Whitaker commands,” the marshal replied coolly.
May you like
She stared at the paperwork in stunned disbelief, realizing her entire high-society dynasty had collapsed around her.
There was no bail, no corporate rescue, and no way out of the ironclad trap Evan had constructed.
Related Stories
