Chapter 4 - Syndicate Enforcers Lock Down The Connecticut Charity Estate
“Nobody leaves this property,” Evan commanded, raising a single hand toward the gates at the end of the long driveway.
Heavy iron security gates slammed shut with a deafening metallic echo, cutting off any escape routes for the wealthy guests.
Local politicians and prominent Westport socialites exchanged panicked glances as armed syndicate enforcers secured the perimeter.
“Evan, you can’t hold us hostage here over a domestic family disagreement!” a prominent city councilman protested loudly.
Evan turned his cold gaze toward the politician, stepping forward with slow, deliberate steps across the marble tiles.
“You accepted thirty thousand dollars in campaign donations from Vanessa’s shell corporation last month, councilman,” Evan noted flatly.
The politician swallowed hard, shutting his mouth instantly as he realized his deepest financial secrets were already exposed.
“My estate is currently under federal and private lockdown until every single person here is searched and questioned,” Evan declared.
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The charity brunch had transformed into a high-stakes interrogation room governed entirely by the rules of the underworld.
Vanessa backed away toward the French doors leading into the grand salon, looking for any possible avenue of escape.
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