Chapter 2 - The Black SUVs Block The Gates
Five heavy armored SUVs formed an unbreakable wall across the grand wrought-iron gates of the Vance estate.
High-beam headlights cut through the evening fog, blinding the fifty high-society guests inside the glittering ballroom.
Isaac Vance dropped his half-empty champagne glass, the crystal shattering against the imported Italian marble floor.
“What the hell is going on out there?” Isaac snarled, stepping forward with his chest puffed out in arrogance.
His father, Arthur Vance, adjusted his bespoke lapels and sneered toward the darkened windows.
“Probably some lost wedding party or local teenagers playing a foolish prank on our property.”
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Nobody else in the room spoke, because the chilling silence radiating from those idling engines felt like a death sentence.
The heavy iron gates didn't just close; they groaned as industrial chains were locked automatically from the outside.
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