Chapter 3
Back at the Newport estate, the dinner party had prematurely ended in utter chaos and whispers.
Evelyn sat in the library, holding a glass of scotch while Mark paced frantically across the Persian rug.
"She didn't take any of her jewelry or clothes!" Mark shouted, running a hand through his dark hair.
"She just took the girl and left in her vehicle!"
Evelyn took a slow sip of her drink, her short silver hair perfectly styled despite the rising tension.
"She's a soft, dependent girl with no independent income, Mark," Evelyn sneered dismissively.
"She will be begging on her knees to come back here within forty-eight hours."
Suddenly, the library doors flew open, and their chief legal advisor burst into the room looking deathly pale.
"Mr. Montgomery! Mrs. Montgomery! You need to look at the financial news immediately!" the lawyer gasped.
Mark turned on the wall-mounted television, tuning into a major American business network.
A ticker scrolled across the bottom of the screen in bright red letters.
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'BREAKING: Montgomery Enterprises assets frozen nationwide following federal fraud investigation.'
Mark dropped his glass, the amber liquid splashing across his leather shoes as horror washed over his face.
