Chapter 9
"Security, escort Mrs. Vance off the premises immediately and revoke all electronic access codes," Chloe commanded, her voice cutting through the heavy tension with razor-sharp precision. Without a moment's hesitation, two private security guards in sharp, tailored suits stepped out from the hallway shadows, their expressions completely devoid of mercy, warmth, or professional hesitation. They moved with the synchronized efficiency of military operatives, positioning themselves on either side of the hyperventilating socialite before she could launch another frantic tirade. Eleanor thrashed violently against their grip, her crimson red velvet dress rustling wildly as she fought against the humiliating reality of her forced eviction.
"Get your filthy hands off me! Do you know who I am?!" Eleanor screamed, her voice cracking with pure panic as she was physically turned toward the private elevator doors. The guards did not utter a single word in response, treating her hysterical outbursts with the cold, mechanical indifference reserved for common criminals. Thomas looked away, unable to bear the pathetic spectacle of a woman who had once terrorized everyone in her orbit being reduced to a screaming captive in her own home. The elevator doors slid open smoothly with a soft chime, revealing the dark, descending interior that awaited her departure.
