Chapter 10
Floodlights blazed across the military airstrip as federal marshals stormed the private jet with military precision. The cabin door hissed open, and Arthur Sterling was hauled out in handcuffs by agents wearing full tactical gear.
Claire stood at the bottom of the portable airstairs, wearing a sharp dark blazer and watching him with cold, calculating eyes. Arthur looked down at her in utter disbelief, recognizing the fiercely protective mother from the ballroom incident.
"You... you orchestrated this entire international trap from a domestic ballroom dispute," Arthur spat out bitterly. "You threatened my child, Mr. Sterling; that was your first and final catastrophic mistake," Claire replied softly.
Federal agents shoved Arthur into the back of an armored transport vehicle, slamming the heavy steel doors shut. The convoy accelerated smoothly down the tarmac, escorted by military police vehicles with sirens wailing into the night.
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Claire turned away, walking toward her waiting SUV where her baby was sleeping peacefully in the back seat. She climbed inside, feeling a profound wave of closure wash over her soul as she closed the heavy door.
The threat to her family had been neutralized, and justice had been delivered with absolute, unquestionable authority.
