Chapter 8 - Chloe Tries To Gaslight Her Way Out Of Proof
Realizing threats and screaming were failing, Chloe suddenly shifted her tactics, dropping to her knees and weeping dramatically.
“Michael, please... Uncle Richard forced me into this! He threatened to cut me off if I didn't help him!” she lied smoothly.
“Uncle Richard died of a stroke in Zurich three weeks ago, Chloe; stop inventing fairy tales,” Michael replied flatly.
Chloe froze, her tear-stained face locking up as she realized her fabricated alibi had just completely collapsed.
“You’re lying... he called me yesterday from a burner phone!” she blurted out before realizing her fatal mistake.
“So you admit you were in direct communication with a fugitive corporate raider operating against our family trust,” Michael said.
A loud series of sirens wailed outside the wrought-iron security gates, cutting through the crisp California evening air.
Three unmarked police cruisers and a marked LAPD squad car pulled swiftly up to the front entrance of the estate.
Two uniformed officers stepped out of the lead vehicle, marching purposefully up the stone steps toward the grand double doors.
Michael unlocked the heavy oak doors, welcoming the officers into the foyer with the digital evidence ready on his phone.
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“That’s the suspect right there, officers—she attempted extortion, forgery, and domestic physical assault,” Michael instructed.
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