Chapter 15 - Daria’s Mask of Absolute Composure Finally Cracking Wide
For a long moment, Daria stared at the glowing faces of Samuel, Catherine, and little Penelope.
The fierce, untouchable matriarch of Boston high society crumpled completely before the assembled elite.
Her knees buckled slightly, forcing her to grab the edge of the main table to keep from falling.
“You... you ruined everything,” she hissed, her voice dropping into a venomous, desperate whisper.
“I built this company from nothing, and you brought a maid back to destroy it all!” she lashed out.
Samuel stepped forward, shielding his family as he looked down at his mother with cold pity.
“You didn't build this company, Mother; grandfather built it, and you tried to turn it into a prison,” Samuel corrected.
“And now, your sentence is officially being served,” he added, nodding toward the back of the room.
Federal Marshals stepped out from the shadows, marching with purposeful strides down the center aisle.
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The final illusion of power was shattered beyond any hope of repair or legal maneuvering.
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