Chapter 3 - Watching the wealthy elite socialite scramble in absolute terror as security guards step forward to strip her of all power and social standing.
Two private security guards in sharp black tuxedos materialized from the edges of the grand foyer, blocking every possible exit route.
Victoria scanned the room frantically, realizing that all her influential friends had already taken three steps backward to distance themselves.
"Don't just stand there staring at me! Call my defense attorney this instant!" Victoria screamed at the nearest terrified country club board member.
Nobody moved an inch; the social queen of Manhattan had lost her crown, her wealth, and her untouchable influence in a single minute.
Mason reached up to adjust his silver tie, his expression turning into a mask of pure ice as he addressed the head of security.
"Escort Mrs. Mason to the guest annex immediately, lock all her credit cards, and confiscate every designer key in her possession," Mason ordered.
"You can't do this to me! I built this family name, and you are nothing without my father's investments!" Victoria shrieked hysterically.
The security guards grabbed her firmly by the arms, dragging her expensive sequined gown across the pristine marble toward the service wing.
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Elena watched the dramatic spectacle with calm professionalism, gently placing a reassuring hand on the little girl's lavender shoulder.
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