Chapter 9
Within twenty minutes, mother and son were escorted out of the mansion in handcuffs, illuminated by the flashing red and blue lights of police cruisers.
Paparazzi and local investigative reporters, tipped off by an anonymous source within minutes of the raid, swarmed the estate gates.
Camera flashes popped like rapid-fire lightning against the dark autumn night, capturing the humiliating downfall of high society's elite.
"Mr. Vance, do you have any comment on your multi-million dollar corporate fraud investigation?" a reporter shouted over the chaos.
Logan kept his head bowed low, shielding his face behind his handcuffed wrists as he was pushed into the back of a police transport van.
Eleanor held her head rigidly upright, her silver hair blowing in the wind as she offered one last venomous glare at the camera lenses.
As the convoy of police vehicles sped away down the suburban street, the grand mansion doors locked automatically behind them.
The estate was officially seized by federal asset management, plunging the once-glorious halls into permanent, echoing darkness.
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Far away in a secure penthouse overlooking Central Park, Clara watched the live news broadcast on a wall-mounted flat-screen television.
She took a slow sip of warm herbal tea, watching the reporters analyze the instantaneous collapse of the Vance family empire.
