Chapter 7 - THE HAMPTONS ARREST
By late afternoon, heavy dark clouds rolled over the Hamptons estate, bringing torrential downpours that battered the manicured gardens. FBI tactical vehicles lined the long private driveway, their red and blue lights flashing against the white columns of the mansion.
Victoria stood on the front porch as agents carried out boxes of financial files and computer hard drives from her home office. She wept hysterically into a silk handkerchief while two officers placed her under formal arrest for wire fraud and money laundering.
"You can't do this to me!" Victoria screamed as the cold steel handcuffs clicked around her wrists. "My family has lived in New York for four generations! Call Senator Vance immediately!"
Claire watched the scene unfold from the shelter of the covered patio, holding a warm cup of herbal tea while wearing an oversized cashmere sweater. Marcus, her chief of security, stood beside her holding an umbrella.
"Ethan has slipped past the Manhattan blockade, ma'am," Marcus reported quietly. "Our tracking team indicates his vehicle is heading straight toward this property."
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Claire took a slow sip of her tea, her expression remaining entirely serene amidst the storm. "Let him through the front gates, Marcus. It's time we put an end to this chapter."
Moments later, Ethan’s charcoal sedan screeched to a halt on the wet gravel driveway, spraying water across the pristine lawn. He stumbled out of the car, drenched in rain, and sprinted toward the patio where Claire stood waiting.
