Chapter 3
The sharp clack of dress shoes echoed through the sprawling living room as Richard lunged toward the console table, attempting to snatch the legal file from Rebecca's hands. Rebecca didn't flinch an inch, merely stepping aside with the graceful poise of a seasoned ballet dancer.
"Don't you dare touch my personal property, Richard, or the federal marshals waiting downstairs will escort you out in handcuffs instead of letting you walk," Rebecca warned softly, her eyes flashing with a dangerous, razor-sharp intelligence.
May you like
Richard froze mid-stride, his hands hovering over the marble surface as cold sweat beaded instantly along his silver-streaked hairline. "You called federal authorities over a property dispute?"
"I called federal authorities to investigate the corporate embezzlement you used to fund Chloe's shopping sprees," Rebecca stated calmly, pulling a second set of documents from her bag. "The property sale was just the grand finale."
