Chapter 7 - Federal Marshals Arrive At The Grand Mansion Estate
Before Richard could reach the heavy oak door of his private study, a heavy knocking echoed from the front entrance below.
Moments later, the sound of booted feet storming up the grand staircase reverberated through the vaulted ceilings.
“Federal Marshals! Open the door!” a stern, authoritative voice shouted from the lower foyer.
Richard froze, peeking over the mahogany banister to see several armed agents flooding into the glowing hallway.
Agent Miller led the tactical team, his federal badge gleaming brightly beneath the crystal chandelier lights.
Victoria walked out to meet them with her hands clasped calmly, wearing her flawless emerald-green sheath dress.
“Thank goodness you’re here, Marshal... my husband has suffered a complete mental breakdown and locked himself upstairs,” Victoria lied smoothly.
Richard’s jaw dropped at her sheer audacity as she twisted the narrative to frame him as the unstable criminal.
“Agent Miller! Don’t listen to her! She has a hidden room behind the drywall and a voice recorder proving her crimes!” Richard yelled.
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Miller raised his hand, signaling his tactical unit to hold their position as he looked up at the staircase.
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