Chapter 9 - The Confession On The Carpet
Julian gasped for air, his eyes wide with wild, unadulterated panic as Marcus kept his arm pinned at a unnatural angle.
"It was your mother's idea!" Julian wheezed out, his arrogant persona completely evaporating under the pressure.
"Evelyn said Sarah would break if we applied pressure! She knew where the land deeds were kept in the wall safe!"
Evelyn’s face drained of every drop of color as she glared at Julian in utter disbelief.
"You coward!" Evelyn yelled, standing up from her chair. "You lied to me! You said you were just going to negotiate with her!"
Caleb turned his eyes toward his mother, the look of utter disappointment in his gaze cutting deeper than any blade.
"I buried my father six years ago, Evelyn," Caleb said softly, every word weighted with profound disgust.
"He gave you thirty years of his life, and the second he was in the ground, you sold out his memory for a real estate commission."
Caleb reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out a thick manila folder filled with financial documents Miller had compiled overnight.
He tossed the folder onto the table next to her broken coffee cup.
"Those are the federal bank fraud indictments being filed with the United States District Court in San Antonio right now," Caleb stated.
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"Your offshore accounts in the Bahamas have been frozen under the PATRIOT Act."
Evelyn collapsed back into her chair, her body trembling as she realized the grand empire she had tried to build was crumbling into ruin.
