Chapter 8
"Enough of this courtroom interrogation! This is my house too, and you don't get to dictate who stays and who leaves!" Marcus roared.
The illusion of his cool executive demeanor was completely shattered, exposing the frantic, cornered coward hiding beneath the tailored dark grey shirt.
Vanessa didn't flinch by a single millimeter, her posture remaining as rigid and unyielding as a marble pillar in a federal courthouse.
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"Your name may be on the mortgage deed, Marcus, but the collateral backing this entire property belongs exclusively to my father's estate," she noted softly.
She pulled her smartphone from her handbag and tapped the screen twice, activating the smart home's master security override protocol.
