Chapter 4 - THE HUSBAND'S TERROR
The young husband stumbled backward, his light grey suit jacket ripped and stained with spilled champagne and glass shards.
He finally recognized the deep scar running along the father's jawline—a mark from a classified federal operation a decade ago.
"You... you're Jack Sterling," the young man stammered, his knees trembling as the terrifying reality crashed down upon him.
Jack slowly lifted his head, his cold, unblinking eyes locking onto the trembling groom with predator precision.
"You thought hiding behind high society and corporate money would keep you safe from my reach," Jack said quietly.
"Security! Someone break these damn doors down!" the older woman screamed, hammering her manicured fists against the steel shutters.
No one moved to help her, as the armed security guards had already slumped unconscious against the exterior walls from acoustic gas.
The framed US flag on the conservatory wall seemed to watch over the sudden dismantlement of corrupt American aristocracy.
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Jack stood up slowly to his full, towering height, making the young husband shrink back like a cornered animal.
"You abused my daughter in broad daylight, expecting her to suffer in silence like your previous victims," Jack stated coldly.
