Chapter 17 - THE ARRIVAL OF FEDERAL MARSHALS
Back inside the glass conservatory, federal marshals slapped cold steel handcuffs onto the wrists of the older woman and the young husband.
"You can't do this! I demand to speak to the Attorney General!" Victoria shrieked, thrashing against the officers with undignified rage.
"Save it for the federal magistrate, Mrs. Vance," the arresting marshal stated apathetically, guiding her toward the shattered exit.
Thomas didn't even put up a fight, letting the officers drag him across the broken glass and spilled champagne.
The remaining elite guests were escorted out one by one under federal subpoena, their names recorded for upcoming grand jury testimonies.
The grand conservatory, once a symbol of unbridled wealth and ruthless tyranny, stood empty and silent under the flickering emergency lights.
A lone federal investigator stayed behind to secure the room, collecting the scattered evidence left behind in the chaos.
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The glass panels reflected the cold, hard reality of a corrupt dynasty reduced to a cautionary tale.
Justice had finally penetrated the gated walls of high society, leaving no room for exceptions or pardons.
