Chapter 6 - Canceling the Recital Plans
“What?! Are you insane? Your father rented out the entire conservatory hall for this event!” Meredith screamed in absolute disbelief.
“Let him rent out the whole state of Massachusetts; my daughter is not stepping foot inside his concert hall,” I stated unyieldingly.
Chloe looked up at me with wide, tear-filled eyes, mixing fear with a sudden, overwhelming wave of profound relief.
“Are we really not going, Dad? Won't he be angry?” she asked, clutching my hand tightly.
“Let him be angry. From this moment on, you never have to be afraid of him again,” I promised, squeezing her small fingers.
Meredith slammed her designer handbag onto the mahogany console table, her face twisted in rage and panic.
“You are destroying our standing in high society! Your father controls our trust fund, our investments, and your career!” she hissed.
“Then I guess we’re about to find out how well we can survive without his dirty money,” I replied coldly.
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I pulled out my phone, dialing a private security contact I had maintained from my corporate investigative days in New York.
“Vance, I need a priority perimeter check and evidence collection kit at the Chestnut Hill estate immediately,” I ordered into the receiver.
