Chapter 12 - THE MANSION EVICTION
By midweek, the grand mansion in Greenwich stood eerily silent under a dark gray sky.
Federal marshals placed yellow police tape across the ornate iron gates while moving trucks loaded luxury furniture onto flatbed trailers.
Carter stood on the damp lawn, wearing a worn coat, watching his life's work being systematically dismantled piece by piece.
He had no money left for bail, relying on a temporary release order while awaiting his federal trial date.
Eleanor’s limousine pulled up near the gates, the rear window lowering slightly as she looked out at the decaying estate.
Carter walked over to the car, his posture slouched, pleading with his eyes for a shred of humanity from the woman he wronged.
"Eleanor... please," Carter begged softly. "I have nowhere to go. My banks are closed, and my friends won't answer my calls."
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"You told me eighteen million was enough to take and disappear," Eleanor reminded him, her expression remaining entirely neutral.
She handed him a single hundred-dollar bill through the window gap before signaling her driver to pull away.
