Chapter 6 - The Forced Eviction
"Escort Mrs. Lin off the premises immediately," Victoria ordered, pointing a manicured finger directly at my chest.
"She is trespassing on private Vance Corporation property."
One of the security guards stepped forward, his heavy hand reaching out to grab my upper arm.
"Don't touch me!" I roared, stepping back and pulling a small metal canister of pepper spray from my coat pocket.
The guards hesitated for a fraction of a second, startled by the sudden, fierce intensity in my voice.
"I am legally married to Julian Vance, and my name is on the deed of this home," I stated, standing my ground beside the bed.
"If you lay a single finger on me, I will file criminal assault charges against you and your security firm before lunch."
Victoria sneered, turning to the guards with an irritated wave of her hand.
"Ignore her idle threats! Throw her luggage onto the driveway and lock the front gate!"
The guards grabbed my two suit cases from the closet, carrying them downstairs while Victoria watched me with a triumphant grin.
I looked down at Julian one last time, reaching over to snatch the Ziploc bag containing the blood-stained bedsheet sample.
I shoved the fabric sample into my coat pocket, turned on my heel, and walked out of the bedroom with my head held high.
I didn't cry as I walked down the grand staircase of the house my father's money had bought.
I didn't scream when the heavy iron security gate slammed shut behind me on the quiet suburban street.
Instead, I walked three blocks down the pavement, pulled out my secondary phone, and dialed a number I hadn't called in five years.
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"Uncle Marcus?" I said when the line connected.
"It's Elena... I need the best forensic legal team in Texas."
