Chapter 7 - When a loyal navy blue uniformed maid protects a helpless young girl from a brutal assault, a wealthy CEO faces his darkest nightmare today.
The crystal fruit bowl shattered into a thousand glittering shards across the marble floor, spraying fruit across the modern kitchen.
Bridget shrieked as she hit the ground hard, her red sleeveless dress tearing slightly near the shoulder seam against the sharp glass.
Clara stood over her, breathing heavily, her navy blue dress rumpled and her beige apron stained with blood and dust.
Nathan reacted instantly, stepping between the two women and pulling Clara back gently while keeping a protective arm around little Lily.
"Marcus!" Nathan shouted toward the hallway, his voice carrying the commanding authority of a billionaire chief executive officer.
The heavy oak doors swung open immediately as Marcus, the head estate security guard, rushed into the brightly lit kitchen.
Marcus took in the ruined kitchen, the shattered crystal, the golf club on the floor, and Bridget writhing on the marble tiles.
"Boss? What are your orders?" Marcus asked, resting his hand firmly on the heavy service holster strapped to his belt.
"Lock down every single exit in this mansion, seize all security hard drives, and call the federal prosecutor's office right now," Nathan ordered.
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"You can't arrest me! My father owns half the bank shares in Manhattan!" Bridget screamed from the floor, kicking her high heels furiously.
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