Chapter 18 - Facing Grant Face To Face Outside The Courthouse
Three weeks later, the federal district courthouse in downtown Manhattan was surrounded by dense crowds of reporters.
I stepped out of a black unmarked federal vehicle wearing a dark tailored suit, walking up the stone steps with absolute poise.
Grant was being escorted up the side stairway in steel handcuffs and an orange federal detention jumpsuit.
His hair was uncombed, his face drawn and exhausted as he caught sight of me standing on the landing above.
He stopped walking for a split second, his eyes locking onto mine with a mixture of bitter hatred and lingering disbelief.
“You destroyed everything,” Grant muttered hoarsely as federal marshals nudged him forward toward the heavy glass doors.
“I just took back what was always mine, Grant,” I answered clearly, not flinching under his furious gaze.
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The marshals pushed him inside, slamming the heavy wooden doors shut against the noise of the bustling city street.
I turned away from the cameras, walking into the courthouse to finalize the permanent dissolution of the Blackwood dynasty.
