Chapter 7 - THE MOTHER-IN-LAW'S DESPERATION
Down in the ballroom, Victoria Vance fought furiously against the federal agents trying to escort her out of the building.
"Unhand me, you insolent fools! I demand to speak to the governor!" Victoria screamed, her designer gown dragging in spilled champagne.
Her diamond earrings rattled against her neck as she thrashed like a caged animal caught in a hunter's trap.
"Mrs. Vance, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law," a female marshal stated apathetically.
They slapped cold steel handcuffs around her frail wrists, cutting off her hysterical protests with absolute professional indifference.
The glittering crowd of elite socialites watched in stunned silence as the matriarch of Chicago high society was led away in disgrace.
Not a single person stepped forward to defend her, knowing the Vance name was now synonymous with criminal conspiracy.
Victoria glared viciously at the security cameras mounted in the corners of the grand ballroom as she was hauled toward the service exits.
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She realized too late that Elena had outplayed them at every single turn, operating right under their noses for years.
The dynasty built on decades of ruthless deception had collapsed in less than fifteen minutes.
