Chapter 26 - THE CONFRONTATION AT THE AIRFIELD
Two days later, Arthur Sterling boarded his private jet to flee to Zurich, desperate to salvage whatever hidden funds remained.
As the aircraft taxied toward the runway at Chicago Midway, a convoy of black SUVs intercepted the jet, blocking its path.
The airstrip stairs were lowered, and Charlotte Valle walked up alone into the cabin of the private aircraft.
Arthur sat in the leather passenger seat, trembling with a mixture of rage and sheer terror as she entered.
"You... you ruined me in forty-eight hours, Charlotte," Arthur whispered, his voice cracking with utter defeat.
"You tried to burn down a house built on truth, Arthur, and you forgot that ash blows back into your own face," Charlotte said coldly.
She tossed a thick manila envelope onto his lap containing his extradition papers and federal indictment notices.
"Enjoy your retirement in a federal penitentiary. The accommodations are secure, though the dress code is strictly orange," she added.
She turned around and walked out of the plane, descending the stairs just as federal marshals boarded to take him into custody.
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The private jet doors closed permanently on Arthur Sterling's empire, ending his reign of corporate tyranny forever.
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