Chapter 6
Deputy Miller pulled out a digital notepad, her eyes widening in disbelief as she looked at the country club entrance.
"Assault? Against Miss Sterling? Sir, are you sure?" Deputy Miller asked, hesitating nervously.
"File the paperwork, Deputy," Christian intervened, stepping forward and flashing an official federal transport clearance card.
"If any local judge attempts to bury this case, they will answer directly to the United States Department of Justice."
Deputy Miller swallowed hard, tapping her screen to confirm the formal arrest warrant for Phoebe Sterling.
Inside the luxurious banquet hall, the party had descended into total, unmitigated chaos.
Phoebe was screaming hysterically at her father, throwing champagne flutes against the crystal mirrors in blind fury.
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"Find Christian! Drag him back here!" Phoebe shrieked, her emerald dress stained with spilled vintage wine.
Arthur Sterling slumped into a chair, staring blankly at his corporate stock terminal as red numbers began flashing across his screen.
